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Jason’s hand, striking towards Gilmore who was sitting on the sofa, shimmered like silver lightning, unleashing a terrifying

force.

Furious that Gilmore had dared to disrespect him, Jason had unleashed his full strength in this blow, aiming to end Gilmore’s life.

However, his wildly powerful strike hadn’t even reached Gilmore yet.

With a sharp whoosh, the sound of slicing air echoed.

A burst of energy hit a acupoint on Jason, instantly sealing his acupoint.

Suddenly, Jason, who was attacking Gilmore, seemed to freeze, his entire body stuck in a bizarre attacking posture, unable to

move.

Indeed, the energy that had struck Jason’s acupoint was a burst of anima flicked from Gilmore’s finger.

Gilmore stood up from the sofa, a spine–chilling smile on his face, and approached the immobilized Jason

Shock filled Jason’s heart to the brim.

As a Martial King, he hadn’t even managed to land a blow on Gilmore Gilmore’s fingers.

Gilmore’s strength was terrifyingly formidable!

re being subdued by the energy flicked from

Cold sweat broke out on Jason’s forehead, his face turning pale as he looked at Gilmore uneasily, “Young man, what do you plan to do?”

Gilmore replied, “You harbored indecent intentions towards my girlfriend and even wanted to kill me. What do you think I/

want to do?”

Jason panicked, blurting out, “Please, sir, don’t kill me. Name your price, I’ll pay anything.”

At that moment, Jason hoped money could persuade Gilmore

If he could just survive this night, he planned to have his family seek revenge on Gilmore later.

Gilmore’s cold smile deepened, “Sorry, but I’m not interested in your money.

“As for how I’ll deal with you, you’ll find out soon enough.”

Upon hearing Gilmore’s words, a sense of foreboding sank deep into Jason’s heart.

He tried to shout for help, knowing that the rooms adjacent to his presidential suite were occupied by martialists tasked with his protection

Despite the suite’s excellent soundproofing, Jason believed that his Martial King power could amplify his voice enough to alert them.

His hope was that once they came to his rescue, he would have a chance to escape the danger.

However, just as he opened his mouth to cry out, before any sound could escape, Gilmore, as if anticipating this move, swiftly sealed Jason’s mute acupoint, rendering him voiceless.

Gilmore, with a smile, said, “Thinking of screaming for help? Too late for that.”

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With that, Gilmore grabbed Mr. Ross by the arm, dragged him into the bathroom, and dumped him beside the toilet.

Then he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Jason, lying next to the toilet, felt utterly humiliated.

Never in his life had he been dragged to a bathroom and left besitle a toilet.

Although the toilet in the presidential suite was immaculately clean, the very idea of lying next to it was revolting to the scion of the Ross family, to the point of nausea.

Back in the living room, Gilmore returned to the sofa and picked up Lilian, intending to take her back to her hotel room.

But just as he lifted her, Lilian wrapped her arms tightly around him.

With a blush on her face and a slurred voice, Lilian murmured. “Gilmore, I don’t want you to go!”

Gilmore was deeply moved, realizing that a drunken Lilian was preoccupied with thoughts of him.

So he gently told her. “Lilian, I’ll take you back.”

However, Lilian’s voice carried a hint of pain, and Gilmore immediately understood that the drug Jason had mixed into her drink had components that induced a state of infatuated delirium.

The most effective remedy for the effects of the drug was, unsurprising TMn intimate encounter between a man and a woman, which could naturally neutralize the effects.

Seeing Lilian in a dazed and agonizing state, Gilmore realized that taking her from his hundred–plus–story suite down to her room on a much lower floor could lead to unpredictable incidents along the way.

After all, in such a large hotel, they would inevitably encounter many people, and it wouldn’t be good if Lilian lost control in public.

So, Gilmore decided to make the most of the situation, thinking to himself, “Why not use this presidential suite, ready and available? It would be a waste not to.”

After all, Jason was already locked in the bathroom, and Neil and Sandra were not likely to show up anytime soon.

Gilmore felt this was a good plan.

He then carried Lilian into Jason’s bedroom within the presidential suite.

The door closed with a thud.

Soon, sounds of joyous moans echoed intermittently from the room, along with the creaking of the bed, like a lullaby.

Meanwhile, Jason, trapped in the bathroom of the same suite, was tormented by these sounds.

He had gone to great lengths, collaborating on a movie and spiking drinks, to get Lilian in a vulnerable state, all for nothing.

Now, Lilian’s actual boyfriend, Gilmore, had appeared, and all of his meticulous plans had gone down the drain.

The presidential suite, which he had hoped to share with Lilian, had become a love nest for Gilmore and Lilian, while he, the master of the suite, was relegated to the toilet, forced to endure not just the fresh scent of the toilet but also the continuous sounds of Gilmore and Lilian’s intimacy, causing him both physical and mental anguish

Jason had never suffered such humiliation before.

He silently vowed revenge. “This despicable couple, once I get out, I’ll make sure you don’t die intact.”

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The intermittent sounds from the bedroom continued for over an hour before finally subsiding, driving Jason, lying beside the toilet, almost to the brink of madness,

Jason felt like he had endured a slow and agonizing torment for over an hour.

On the mattress of the bedroom. Lilian had now regained consciousness, her face flushed with a charming glow, her eyes filled with affection as she looked at Gilmore.

Gilmore, already dressed, wore a smile and asked, “Lilian, feeling better now?”

Lilian playfully retorted. After you’ve put me through so much, how could I feel better?”

Despite her mock complaint, the shy lowering of her lashes revealed that she wasn’t genuinely upset with Gilmore.

Indeed. Lilian had regained her consciousness half an hour into their intimate encounter.

The two, having been apart for a long time and deeply in love, continued even after she woke up, turning their reunion into an intense hour–long passion until they were both content.

Gilmore, with a hint of guilt on his face, looked at Lilian and asked, “Did I hurt you just now?”

Lilian’s cheeks turned even redder, she averted her gaze and hummed softly in affirmation, then got up to dress.

Seeing Gilmore still looking at her, she reassured him, “Gilmore. I’m fine, don’t

Yes, there was a bit of pain.

worry.

But compared to the happiness and sweetness Gilmore brought her, it was nothing.

Moreover, being intimate with Gilmore filled Lilian’s heart with joy.

Gilmore smiled, “Then I’m relieved!”

Lilian looked at Gilmore and asked, “Gilmore, how did you end up here?”

Previously, they had been too caught up in their moment of passion for her to ask.

Now that everything was over, Lilian couldn’t help but be curious

Gilmore explained, “Don’t you remember? You called me, and then Sandra arrived. You set your phone aside, and I heard

your entire conversation.

“Upon further reflection, I realized something was off. Business meetings are typically conducted in proper venues, not in a hotel’s presidential suite.

“Usually, those sneaking off to hotel rooms are the ones indulging in love affairs or secret rendezvous.

“So, I worried something might happen to you and decided to come over. Thankfully I did, or you could have been in real trouble tonight.”

Lilian furrowed her brows, pondering his words.

She then realized the room they were in wasn’t the one she had been staying in at the hotel.

Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she asked Gilmore, “Could this be Mr. Ross’s presidential suite?”

Gilmore nodded and replied, “Lilian, you can drop the ‘Mr. when you talk about Jason. He’s nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing, eyeing you like a piece of meat, utterly despicable!”

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Lilian gasped in shock

She remembered feeling overwhelmingly dizzy after drinking a glass of red wine.

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She only recalled attempting to leave but then collapsing, weak and disoriented, onto a sofa. Everything after that was a blur.

Thinking back, Lilian turned to Gilmore and said, “Gilmore, I remember I was drunk and passed out on the sofa. Didn’t Sandra take me back to my hotel room?”

Gilmore’s smile turned cold, “Why would she? She was the one who brought you to Jason’s room. She basically sold you out and is probably counting her money by now.”

Realization dawned on Lilian, even through her confusion.

A fierce glint appeared in her eyes as she said. “So the whole talk about discussing a movie with Sandra tonight was just a

Tuse?

“Their real intention was to hand me over to Jason for his enjoyment? Was this all a trap they meticulously planned?”

“You’ve got it now,” Gilmore said. “Jason is a scoundrel. He drugged your drink.

“If I hadn’t arrived in time, he would have already had his way with you.”

Lilian’s eyes blazed with hatred, and she clenched her fist tightly. “But Sandra… She was like a sister to me. Why would she betray me like this?”

Come on, Lilian, it’s not that hard to see. You know the saying. Money talks. Sandra must have received a handsome payoff from Jason. Gilmore said, his voice laced with scorn.

Lilian’s face was filled with indignation. I’m going to confront Sandra right now. I want to ask her if money is worth more than my well–being. Does she have any conscience at all?”