"We're here!" Maria Smith’s voice echoed through the villa as she stepped inside, Anthony following closely behind her. The moment they entered, the 200-pound Mr. Thompson sprang to his feet, his face lighting up with joy. "Maria, you’re here!" Instantly, the previously noisy party fell silent, and every pair of eyes turned toward Maria Smith at the entrance. "Wow, it’s the campus queen of Silverhaven University herself!" "Smith, you’re late!" "Haha, what luck! If it weren’t for Mr. Thompson throwing this party, how else could we have the chance to sit with the famous Smith?" Several of the young men couldn’t hide the glint of admiration in their eyes. But their admiration was kept in check—they knew well that this evening, Maria Smith belonged to Mr. Thompson. Anthony glanced around at the lavishly dressed young men and women in the villa. They were all in their early twenties, but their extravagant clothes and the aura of luxury around them made it clear they were the child

As the two women appeared, Anthony and his group all stopped in their tracks, casting curious glances their way.Sebastian’s eyes widened in disbelief.The other boys, however, had a different reaction—their gazes turned lustful.“Oh my God, these two women are stunning!”“Yeah! Absolutely gorgeous! Just my type!”Hearing the chatter around him, Sebastian snapped, “Shut up! Do you all have a death wish? The woman in the wheelchair—she’s a mafia boss!”“What!? A mafia boss!?”“Mr. Thompson, are you talking about Jasmine Kirk?”“No shit!”Sebastian’s face was grave.Hearing their conversation, Anthony lifted his eyes.Seated in the wheelchair was a woman who looked to be in her thirties, clad in a form-fitting qipao that accentuated her tall, graceful figure. Her face was delicate and radiant, with porcelain skin tinged with a healthy blush. Underneath perfectly arched brows, her refined nose and full, sensual lips gave her a noble and elegant air. Her dark hair was coiled into a high b

Fuck!Sebastian and the others were completely dumbfounded.Sebastian’s face turned pale. He simply couldn’t understand—why would the head of the mafia suddenly request a meeting with Anthony?At that moment, Jasmine Kirk looked at Anthony with genuine sincerity in her eyes.She wanted to win him over.Anthony narrowed his eyes slightly, watching her. His voice was calm. “I can guess what you’re thinking. Aren’t you afraid of retaliation from the Northern King and the Wilson family? They’ve already set their sights on me.”Jasmine Kirk didn’t look particularly surprised. She nodded. “If I were the kind of person who feared such things, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”She knew very well: recruiting Anthony was a gamble with her life.If she failed, the entire mafia could be wiped out.But judging from the way this young man had slain the Western King and Julian Wilson, he clearly wasn’t someone who stood alone.If a man like that could stand on her side, the mafia would undoubtedly ri

Jasmine Kirk’s muscular atrophy could only be treated with acupuncture.That meant needles had to be inserted into every area without sensation—there was no way around removing her clothes.Jasmine froze for a moment, but when she saw the clarity and determination in Anthony’s eyes, she bit her lip and nodded. “Mr. Jones… it’s okay.”“Alright,” Anthony replied.Jasmine Kirk tried to take off her dress, but after several failed attempts, she looked helplessly at Anthony, her expression fragile and pitiful. “Mr. Jones… could you help me?”“…Alright.”Anthony sighed and stepped forward, carefully pulling the gown down her body.Instantly, a gentle, sweet fragrance filled the air, making him momentarily lose focus.But he steadied himself. From her symptoms, it was clear she hadn’t lied about her condition.He continued, removing her undergarments as well.Jasmine bit her lip, her pale cheeks flushed crimson, but she said nothing.Before Anthony could speak, she had already unfastened her

Bang!The punch landed with a thunderous boom, cracking the stone beneath them.The black-robed man turned the punch into a palm strike, chopping down hard.Philip blocked again.Wham!“Urgh—!”Philip cried out, his body flung back several meters before crashing heavily to the ground.“Alliance Master!”His disciples screamed.They had never imagined that the mighty head of the Martial Arts Alliance could be overwhelmed so easily.Terrifying.Philip Oakley's body, barely recovered, was once again brutally ravaged.He was no match for these men.In the next instant—The black-robed figure flashed forward, stopping right in front of Philip Oakley. His voice was low and threatening: “Speak. Where is it? Or I’ll kill you all.”Philip Oakley clenched his jaw, his eyes locked onto the figure as he slowly said, “Let me make a call.”“No tricks!” the black-robed man warned coldly.Philip Oakley took out his phone and dialed his daughter’s number.It connected quickly.“Dad? What’s wrong? I’m