The words made the burning desire in Bjorn Dixon instantly blossom into joy.

He tapped Elsie Eames' nose and said softly, "You're such a little rascal..."

Five minutes.

For Bjorn Dixon at that moment, it felt like enduring five centuries of agony.

"Darling, here I come..."

Just as he was about to speak, he recalled Elsie Eames' reminder.

He quickly shut his mouth.

Arriving at the door of the room.

Indeed, the door was ajar, with a gentle push, he slipped inside.

On the bedroom bed, wearing a mask, and adorned in an evening gown, Elsie Eames was twisting her body. Seeing her intoxicated, blurry-eyed appearance, she seemed somewhat muddled.

Did she get drunk this fast?

Bjorn Dixon wanted to ask but thought better of it, not wanting to spoil the ambiance Elsie Eames had carefully created.

Could it be intentional?

Thinking of this, he noticed that the hem of Elsie Eames' evening gown had already been lifted, exposing more than half of the scenery beneath.

Such temptation, who could resist it?

Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, Bjorn Dixon climbed onto Elsie Eames.

Without hesitation, he slid the gown down from her shoulder to her waist.

No bra was worn.

Just two nipple covers adhered in the middle, concealing the protrusions.

The soft and bouncy pale rabbits swayed mesmerizingly.

Gently peeling off the nipple covers, the tender grapes revealed themselves.

Bjorn Dixon was not a reserved man.

He first kneaded with both hands, then swallowed the grape-laden peaks in his mouth, suckling persistently.

Under such provocation.

Soft moans escaped from Elsie Eames' throat as well.

Hearing this made Bjorn Dixon feel itchier inside.

Without a word, he stripped off the entire evening gown.

His mouth moved from the peaks downward.

Drifting along to the waist.

Too hurried to savor it in detail.

He directly removed the final cover.

The artfully groomed forest, along with the bubbling stream beneath, formed a perfect picture.

Spreading Elsie Eames' legs.

Bjorn Dixon gazed at the streamlet, swallowing hard, thinking: This place I've always wanted to visit, now it's finally right before my eyes, shouldn't I enjoy it thoroughly?

With this thought.

He extended his tongue towards it.

This could be called "lip-to-tongue combat."

After some maneuvering.

Elsie Eames' response grew more intense, not only were the moans in her throat continuous, but her body also began to tremble slightly which only heightened Bjorn Dixon's excitement.

Seeing the trickling water now overflowing, entangled legs rubbing.

This was an open invitation.

Silently calling out, little darling, here I come.

Quickly advancing his weapon into battle.

He propped her long legs on his shoulders, grunted, and thrust himself in.

The snug embrace made Bjorn Dixon involuntarily exhale deeply.

The battle officially commenced.

Although the soft and drunken Elsie Eames lacked some flair, she was, after all, his dream girl, concealing these deficiencies. The aged Bjorn Dixon performed with a youthful vigor for twenty minutes.

Finally reached the climax.

Retracting would be too late, so instead, he vented his essence directly inside her body without reservation.

Only then did he collapse, exhausted beside Elsie Eames, cuddling her tightly and sinking into a deep sleep.

In dreams, the spring night continued.

Distantly, he seemed to hear the door creak open, thought it was an illusion. Just as he was about to turn over and continue sleeping, rapid footsteps closed in, followed by a loud voice beside the bed: "Well, you sl*t, I knew you couldn't keep it together. Sure enough, caught in the act with another man..."

Why did that voice sound so familiar?

Did Kelton Levin arrive?

Panic-stricken, Bjorn Dixon opened his eyes.

In an instant, he was stunned.

The room was full of people, some with cameras, others with phones, clicking away at them.

This wasn't even his biggest shock.

His biggest shock was the young man standing furiously in the middle. Wasn't that his son?

"Harold? What are you doing here?"

Upon shouting Harold's name.

The young man blinked, staring fixedly at the masked man, his anger turned into confusion before transforming back into rage.

"Dad?"

Harold Dixon asked.

Bjorn Dixon removed his mask.

Seeing this face clearly, Harold Dixon nearly crumbled.

"Uncle? Why is it you?"

The naked woman beside also exclaimed in surprise.

Bjorn Dixon froze.

He quickly removed the woman's mask, and at that moment, fury surged in him, nearly choking him on the spot.

The woman before him was not Elsie Eames at all, but his son's fiancée, Bella Sutton.

"Bella? Why are you here?"

After a response from Bjorn Dixon.

Bella Sutton let out a scream.

The most helpless here was Harold Dixon. He had thought his fiancée was cheating, but it turned out the other man was his father. Such a storyline is something even a novel wouldn't dare to write.

"Son, son, you misunderstood, it's not what you think..."

Harold Dixon anxiously tried to explain.

Harold Dixon took a deep breath.

He directly whipped the blanket aside.

The two naked bodies exposed before everyone drew a chorus of gasps.

Straight away, he forcefully pried Bella Sutton's legs apart, revealing a trace of white liquid under the forest, leaving no doubt as to what just transpired.

"Slap" went a sound.

A palm landed first across Bella Sutton's face.

Harold Dixon jumped on the bed, kicking at Bjorn Dixon, cursing as he did, "You shameless old man, you even touch your son's fiancée, inhuman..."

If not for people around pulling and dragging him.

Harold Dixon would likely have kicked Bjorn Dixon to death today.

It truly was a grand farce.

The key was, Bjorn Dixon couldn't explain it away.

If he revealed the truth, he'd be doomed. Once Kelton Levin hears he's trying to seduce his woman, his county executive days would be numbered.

Moreover, he did have relations with Bella Sutton, this was also a fact.

He didn't even know why.

In the middle of the night.

Such a commotion ended up attracting a fair number of onlookers.

Footage of the scene was captured by many on their phones. Now it was impossible to conceal, even if desired.

A county executive sleeping with his future daughter-in-law was scandalous enough to ruin Bjorn Dixon.

But the masked woman was clearly Elsie Eames, how did she suddenly turn into Bella Sutton?

This has to be unraveled from Dirk Carter's other thread.

First, let's talk about Bella Sutton. She originally worked at the city development commission, not only was she scheming, but also materialistic.

At that time, Harold Dixon would sometimes visit to see his father.

To secure Deputy Director Bjorn Dixon's backing, Bella Sutton deliberately got close to Harold Dixon. With her good looks and decent aura, her proactive advances led Harold Dixon to fall in love with her.

Harold Dixon was involved in the construction materials business and was often quite busy.

Thus, Bella Sutton found herself feeling a little empty.

She frequently indulged in the nightlife at bars.

At this point, another well-prepared character made his entrance.

And this character was Dirk Carter's good brother, Aziel Grant.

Ever since Aziel Grant was recruited under Dirk Carter, he hadn't been prominently used, with the intention being to keep him out of the public's eye, making him a surprise piece on the chessboard.

At this time, it was time to realize his potential.

Aziel Grant appeared at the bar Bella Sutton frequented, spending lavishly, quickly catching her attention.

She was never one to be the obedient type.

She proactively approached Aziel Grant.

Through years working in nightlife, Aziel Grant naturally knew how to handle women, thus began their entanglement.

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