The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me

Therefore, he was very picky about cigarettes, as well as his posture and manner when smoking. He also collected a lot of valuable cigarettes.

George had always in favor of young ladies, but he wound up being obsessed with Samantha, who was over forty even though she looked like a young beauty in her thirties. She was still not as good as those young women, though. He was fascinated by her only because Samantha had a surprising understanding of cigarettes. She could even be described as an expert on cigarettes.

Not only did she know how to smoke, but her demeanor of smoking was so sexy that he would be aroused with a single glance. What was even more impressive was that Samantha could make cigarettes herself. She made all kinds of cigarettes with different colors and tastes. Her works were refreshing and addictive.

He had never seen anything wrong with it. Instead, he especially cared for Samantha. For her sake, he had broken up with his mistress and even forced the pregnant lady to undergo an abortion.

But now, sitting on the toilet, George suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. He noticed a problem that had been ignored recently, and that was... his infatuation with cigarettes was almost morbid. And he was only obsessed with the cigarettes that Samantha had made for him.

Suddenly, a possibility flashed in his mind. George's face was blanched as piercing cold sweat trickling down his back, freezing him.

After a long time, George abruptly stood up. Something ruthless flashed through his eyes. The next moment, he rushed out of the bathroom and drove towards Samantha's villa as fast as he could.

As for Samantha, she was slowly stabilized after taking in a few cigarettes. However, her fingers holding onto her cigarette were still trembling.

She looked up slowly and combed her messy hair. She turned her gaze at Joey, who had been standing in the middle of the room and looking at her with a complicated expression. Then, she curled her lips and formed a miserable smile before saying slowly, "You must be surprised to see me like this. Now... you must look down on me. To be honest, I hate myself, too..."

Joey looked at Samantha in confusion. "Why? Why are you taking drugs?" Her voice revealed her disappointment.

In Joey's opinion, Samantha was from a prominent family, enjoyed high social status, and was rich. Besides, she got an excellent son, Martin. She already had everything women dream to have in their lives. What else could drag her down? Could it be that she was just too bored? The more perfect her life was, the more she wanted to have something different, something new and exciting?

Questioned by Joey, Samantha shook her head and closed her eyes, leaving tears running down silently. "You won't understand it. I can't explain it to you. I've... I've always liked you. I've always wanted you and Martin to be a couple. It'd be better if you would be his wife. Now it seems impossible. If possible, please don't tell anyone about what happened today. I still have some things to do. After that, I will surrender myself. I know that not only do I take drugs, I also make drugs. My sins are unforgivable. I have understood this since I made the move, so I have never thought of getting away with this."

Samantha's voice was desolate, but her gaze was determined. It was an unwavering resolution. It was the madness of sacrificing everything to get what she wanted.

It sent a chill to Joey's heart. Joey suddenly had a feeling that things might not be as she had imagined. Just as she was about to ask Samantha about it, some noises came from downstairs.

"Mr. George, you can't go up. No, madam didn't permit you. You can't just rush to her bedroom like that..."

It was the sound of several maids stopping George from driving into the villa.

"Fuck off!"

George never cared about those nobodies. He roared angrily and whipped his hands, pushing the maids who were protective of their mistress to the ground. After that, he rushed straight to Samantha's bedroom with fury.

Realizing that George was here with such a furious manner, the originally dispirited lady narrowed her eyes and seemed to be enlightened. Without any explanation, she stuffed Joey into the wardrobe. The moment Samantha closed the door of the wardrobe, George kicked into the room like an infuriated lion.

And the security guards outside also reached the room. But Samantha waved her hand at the guards calmly, signaling them to leave.

With a huge bang, George slammed the door shut. He walked a few steps to Samantha, reached out to grab grabbed Samantha's slender neck fiercely before accusing with his eyes on fire, "You! Tell me, what exactly you did to me? Or did you do something to the cigarette you gave me?"