The whole person collapsed with a thud onto Talia's belly.

Mumbling to himself, "Damn little vixen, I've never felt this good before..."

With that.

His head drooped, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Talia's excited expression immediately vanished.

She pushed the body off herself with some disgust.

And walked to the door of the room.

Opened the door.

At this moment.

Dwight Young was just outside, smoking a cigarette.

Hearing the door open, he immediately asked, "All set?"

"Finished, sleeping like a dead pig."

Talia turned her head and said.

Dwight picked up the camera hanging around his neck and said, "All right, let's get started then..."

By mid-morning the next day.

Freya Bates finally woke up from her daze.

As soon as she opened her eyes.

The space beside was empty.

She suddenly jolted awake; if she weren't still in the hotel, what happened last night would've felt like nothing but a dream to her.

With the person gone, a sense of regret rose in her heart. If he were still there, she'd definitely have another round this morning, even if it cost her life.

Knock, knock, knock.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Freya flinched.

She got up and looked through the peephole to see Dwight Young standing outside the door.

Without hesitation, she opened the door and respectfully said, "Mr. Young..."

Dwight walked in with a smile and asked, "Director Bates, did you sleep well last night?"

"Good, very good, excellent."

Freya nodded repeatedly and said.

Dwight smiled faintly and said, "That's good. Since Director Bates has had his fill and rested well, is it time to get to work tonight?"

"Work? What work?"

She subconsciously asked.

Suddenly recalling what Talia had told her, cold sweat immediately formed, and she said, "Mr. Young, I've thought about it overnight. We have many ways to deal with Jocelyn Tate. We don't necessarily have to take this most dangerous route..."

Before she could finish her sentence.

Dwight interrupted her.

Smiling, he said, "Director Bates, it's not right to say that; what do you mean by we dealing with Jocelyn Tate? It's clearly you who want to deal with her!"

Freya was stunned.

She nodded and said, "Yes, yes, yes, it's me who wants to deal with Jocelyn. I just think this method is unfeasible. If something really happens, it'll be very dangerous. You see, I have a wife and kids..."

Having anticipated Freya's backtracking.

Dwight wasn't in a hurry.

He pulled an envelope from his pocket, handed it to Freya, and said, "Director Bates, before you start rambling, take a look at this first."

"What's this?"

Freya murmured.

Opened the envelope.

Inside was a stack of photos.

Pulling out just the first one, she was instantly frozen.

The next few, she quickly glanced through, then suddenly looked up at Dwight, and said panicked, "Mr. Young, this..."

The photos showed her lying naked, fast asleep on the bed, with clothes torn up all over the floor and bed. Talia was curled up, sitting at the head of the bed looking as if she was crying in great aggrievement.

The shooting angle made it hard not to suspect it was a scene of rape.

"Do you remember getting drunk last night and forcibly raping my secretary Talia?"

Dwight asked.

Freya panicked.

Utterly panicked.

Cold sweat began to break out on her back.

She explained, "Mr. Young, it's not like that; I really did have relations with her, but we were both willing; it wasn't the rape you said it was, I don't rape people."

"Oh? Willingly? Clothes torn like this, she has plenty of bruises, and most importantly, your fluids are still inside her. You're telling me this was consensual?"

"No, Mr. Young, we were playing a game last night..."

At a loss for words.

He stammered, not knowing how to explain himself.

Dwight sneered and said, "Do you think in front of the police they'd believe what Talia says or what you say? If I recall, the minimum sentence for rape is three years, right? Looks like Director Bates will be getting some time to reflect."

With that said.

Freya fully understood it by now.

What she thought was a romantic encounter turned out to be a well-prepared trap.

Now, she's in a dilemma.

If she chooses not to do it, the rape charges will surely stick.

If she goes through with it, perhaps she could take a gamble, hoping Jocelyn won't report it?

Thinking of this.

Freya sighed and said, "All right, Mr. Young, I'll do it."

"That's the spirit."

Dwight patted her shoulder.

He said, "Tonight, Jocelyn will be working overtime at the factory. I'll arrange for someone to lure her to the small warehouse out back, and from there, it's up to you."

Freya, dejected, nodded and said, "Mr. Young, don't worry. I'll get it done."

Dwight was satisfied.

He took out a small box from his pocket.

Placed it in front of Freya.

Said, "Before doing the deed, find a way to get her to swallow this pill. Then, even if not forced, she will willingly strip and cooperate with you, and by the next morning, just make sure to take photos and return the camera to me."

"Okay, Mr. Young, rest assured."

Freya said.

Dwight got up.

Walked to the door.

Said, "Here's a bag of the tools you'll need tomorrow; they're all inside. Remember, if anything happens, it was you who chose to do it; otherwise, I'll send your rape evidence of Talia to the police, and the charges will get worse. You should know what that would mean."

With that, Dwight laughed loudly and left.

Freya went to the door.

Grabbed a white bag at the door and brought it inside.

Opened the zipper.

Inside was a prepared camera.

Besides these things, there were some "female items."

She took a gasp of air, her gaze gradually becoming sinister.

Heading downstairs from the hotel.

Dwight picked up the phone and dialed a number.

As soon as the call connected, Dwight eagerly sought credit, "Wife, what are you up to?"

"I'm doing yoga; if there's something, just say it."

"Everything's all set. Tonight, the good show will go on, and tomorrow when Dad comes for the meeting, this girl will truly embarrass herself in the board meeting."

"Well done."

On the phone, Valerie Fisher said.

A word of praise instantly delighted Dwight.

After all, the matter with the Dovo Group was handled by Augustin Young. If this hadn't been done well, he'd also be to blame. Luckily he reacted quickly and set up this elaborate play, or he'd really fear falling out of favor with Valerie Fisher.

Alas.

Being a live-in son-in-law is tough.

Being a live-in son-in-law in a wealthy family is even tougher.

At this moment.

In a luxurious fitness club in Ardmore City.

Valerie Fisher was wearing a set of tight yoga clothes, performing various high-difficulty positions on the yoga mat.

Despite being fifty years old.

Because of good maintenance.

Her skin remained delicate.

Her figure stayed perfect, with the right curves in the right places, no less attractive than those in their thirties or forties.

"Coach Meng, is my posture correct?"

At that moment, Valerie Fisher was lying on the ground with her upper body, raising her hips high, and asking her personal trainer.

Most yoga instructors are female.

But Valerie Fisher rarely came to Ardmore City and found a temporary personal trainer.

This trainer's surname was Meng, a male, about thirty years old, tall, well-built, and handsome, especially with muscular biceps, which made Valerie Fisher's eyes shine...

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