"Shh, keep it down, or I might just beat you!"
In the luxurious presidential suite, Benedict Radcliffe, the famous tycoon of the city, found himself in a rather humiliating position as a charming young lady straddled him on the king-sized bed.
His hands were restrained with a belt tied to the bedpost, and his shirt had been undone, with even the buttons of his trousers popped open.
"Do you even know who you're messing with? I advise you to release me immediately! If you do, I might consider giving you a lighter punishment!" Benedict maintained a stern expression, his deep-set eyes seething with anger.
Cordelia Montague gripped the man's muscular chest, glaring at him fiercely. "Of course, I know who you are. You stole the game design from our studio, cheated on a young lady, got her pregnant, and refused to take responsibility. You've committed multiple offenses, and I'm going to sentence you today!"
She spoke while pulling out a small eyebrow razor from her purse.
Benedict was infuriated, wondering how this woman managed to slip past the tight security and release a smoke bomb in his room, leaving him powerless.
Cordelia lifted his shirt, revealing his well-built physique, with clearly defined abs.
Yet, this couldn't mask the fact that he was a scoundrel.
With the eyebrow razor in hand, she slid it toward the man's groin, gently tapping a few times. Was it here?
Just then, her phone rang, and Cordelia answered it.
"Cordelia, where are you?"
"I'm dealing with the scumbag who bullied Stella!" Cordelia glared at the man and replied.
"We've already taken care of him. Why haven't we seen you?"
Cordelia was stunned, her whole body freezing. "I remember him being in the Presidential Suite 9999 of the International Hotel, isn't he?"
"No! He's in the Presidential Suite 9999 of the Interstellar Hotel!"
Cordelia's pupils dilated, her heart skipping a beat. "You have dealt with that jerk? Then, what do I do with the man on my end..."
She pretended to stay calm, tucked away her phone, and turned her sweet smile toward the man. "It turns out there was a misunderstanding, handsome." She completely lost the fierceness she had when she spoke just now.
Despite her innocent appearance, the man's expression remained ominously dark. He chuckled coldly. "I prefer it when you call me a scoundrel."
"Sure thing, scoundrel-handsome."
At the sound of this, Benedict's face grew even darker.
Suddenly, there was a disheveled knocking on the door, indicating that the assistant had noticed something was amiss.
"Mr. Radcliffe, how are you?"
Benedict narrowed his cold eyes, angrily saying, "Come in, and whoever catches this woman will be handsomely rewarded!"