The Divorcee Amazed the World

As Bruce dozed off, he began to feel his body heating up, heart racing, and his face turning hot and ears red. Gradually, his body became unusually excited. During his time studying abroad, he, who used to be a nightclub regular, was very familiar with this feeling.

He sneered, picked up the phone, and called his subordinates, saying, “The food or drinks I consumed might have been tampered with. Find out who has the audacity to mess with me.”

His subordinates responded, “Understood.”

He looked at the dishes and wine glasses on the table, which had all been taken away by the waiters.

Since this private room respected the privacy of customers, it didn’t have any surveillance. To investigate, they would need to check the corridor’s surveillance or go to the kitchen.

As he turned towards the door, his hand barely touching the doorknob, Bruce’s hoarse voice came from behind, “Don’t forget to bring in two pretty girls, and make sure they are clean.”

His subordinates hesitated for a moment before responding, “Alright.”

After he left, Bruce, propped up on the sofa, sat up. He held his phone, stared at Willis’s photo, and muttered to himself, “You are smart, figuring out it was me so quickly. Unfortunately, unlike me, you’re married. I can play as wildly as I want without facing moral condemnation.”

With a disdainful snort, he tossed his phone onto the sofa.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door.

Bruce thought it was the two attractive girls he had asked for, so he lazily said, “Come in.”

The door opened, and to his surprise, Susan walked in. She was dressed in the latest high-end summer fashion, a white hip-hugging skirt with a delicate green camisole, revealing her exquisite collarbone. She carried a Dior Princess bag.

The camisole was extremely short, showing hints of her navel and a snowy white waistline.

She wore ten-centimeter high-heeled sandals, simple white straps binding her fair and delicate feet.

Twisting her slender waist, she gracefully walked in.

As soon as she entered the room, a fragrance wafted in.

The perfume she used had added musk, which also had an aphrodisiac effect.

Bruce, smelling the fragrance, suddenly felt like adding fuel to the fire, his eyes becoming bloodshot.

He squinted, staring at her swaying fair thighs, and said, “Why are you here?”

Susan walked over to him, pulled out a chair, and sat down across from him, sweetly saying, “Bruce, you really forgetful. Didn’t you have your men call me to come over?”

Bruce, feeling the effects of the drug, felt dizzy and disoriented.

He raised his hand and patted his forehead, “Feeling dizzy, can’t quite remember.”

Seeing his eyes bloodshot, his neck red, and the sweat beads on his forehead, Susan asked anxiously, “Bruce, did you drink too much?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Bruce perfunctorily replied, “Not bad, just feeling a bit unwell.”

Noticing his feverish forehead, Susan, thinking about her future favors from him, said, “Your eyes are so red, your neck is red, are you running a fever?”

Being close, Bruce saw the spring scenery on her chest.

With her clothes so thin and revealing, the white skin glimpsed through, dazzling him.

His hands uncontrollably grabbed her leg.

Susan was startled, as if touched by electricity, she stepped back, “Bruce, what are you doing? I treat you as my brother!”

Bruce snapped back to reality, using the remnants of his sanity, gestured towards the door, “Just leave.”

Only now did Susan notice that his forehead was sweating, and the skin on his neck had turned red.

Recalling that day at the Capital Hotel, where Willis seemed to have a similar condition, she anxiously said, “Bruce, did someone mess with you? Do you want me to find you some women? What’s your preference?”

Her words sounded provocative to Bruce.

She hesitated to leave; in his eyes, it was also a kind of hint.

Unable to suppress the desire burning within him, he stood up and walked towards her.

His large hand pinched her slender waist, pushing her onto the sofa, “I like your taste.”

With a tearing sound, his iron-like hand tore apart the tight-fitting skirt that wrapped around her rounded buttocks…