The woman looked at Howard Geoffrey with allure, her beautiful body twisting lightly on Howard's lap.
"Mr. Geoffrey, can you have a drink with me?"
The beauty gently loosened her tie, picked up the glass next to her, and spoke with a voice seductive enough to captivate any man in the world.
Howard stared at the woman's delicate, sharp face under her exquisite makeup, his gaze blurred, seemingly already a bit drunk.
The beauty flirted with Howard with all her seductive charm, as if the surrounding people did not exist.
At this point, Mr. Ernest gave his secretary a look, and the secretary leaned over.
Mr. Ernest whispered, "Arrange a room for Mr. Geoffrey in the club."
"Yes."
The next day.
A sleepless Rebecca Quentin slowly opened her eyes, which had only been closed, quietly gazing at the light that had already brightened outside the curtain gap.
She did not know what time it was now, but it was certainly already daylight, and he had not come back this night.
