"Huh?" Tristan gasped the moment he looked up to see the darkened sky. It looked like it was going to rain but should it rain, he wondered where he was going to get shelter. Nowhere. He grunted. “Is this how I'll take to revenge?”But while he was thinking of the three men who beat him to death, everything got clear to him now. They weren't the primary perpetrators. His screen had blinked displaying the truth like a movie. Kayla, the matriarch of Clarkson’s family gathering with her three sons, her daughter and other extended relatives. [The Target to be killed…….] [Him.] [Mode of Death: Business Trip. Assassination on the road. Taken by Brothers-in-law.] [Reason for Assassination: Freda set to marry Jayson.]Her childhood bestfriend. The college sweetheart who broke her heart and went abroad without informing her. He was richer, more influential and more handsome. He scoffed, his revenge scaling so high. He smirked. He had suffered for good three years to establish Luxville

"Yes Tristan, you’re here." She repeated. “What's she…….” He was about to ask when he recalled his mission and quickly shut his mouth.As they stood, the adjacent door pushed open and Avery walked in, standing by the side, then Eva followed, standing opposite her. They ushered in their guests. Ian walked in, followed by Chris and Xavier. Tristan’s eyes suddenly darkened seeing the people who killed him being treated with so much respect although it was a brief reaction as he didn't want to brew suspicion. Even when he forced himself to be on the same table with them, he couldn't control his reaction totally. "Hi Mom, welcome back." He broke the awkward silence knowing after his mom, all eyes were on him. Camille sat beside him.He took in the delicious scent of toasted cheese drifting from the plate of casseroles."Yes. Yes. How's everything?” “I wanna talk to you in private,” he lip synced to his mom. At once she grabbed the gesture and jumped up. “Excuse us,” she said to them

"Ahhhh–" The moan rang. Jayson shook his head vehemently but a hit of the table forced him into remaining still. Freya whimpered, shuddering as Tristan’s palm slid beneath her clit alongside his cock.Coupled with his activated skill [Stimulated Hands] the sensation she felt was extremely triggering."Hmmmm……" The groan came long and clear, uncontrollably sweet. A few seconds, it rang out again. More quavering and louder. Tristan slid his finger between her folds, curling it up, amidst her urine-mixed juices. His left hand pulled the elastic neckline of her gown down, pulling up her big, soft boobs. His other hand was working its way inside of her. Pulling out the fingers, he took straight to her mouth. Shock rippled through her nerves, even a gasp. "Ahhhh!"“Shhhhh!” Tristan scolded and stuck the fingers inside of her mouth before barking next. “Suck it!” Her lips wrapped his fingers, her eyes narrowed, reacting to the sour taste of his fingers. Sensations thumped slowly into he

“Good morning and welcome to Lux Beauty Salon,” The receptionist said upon his arrival.“Thank you.” He scanned through the extensive ultra-modern spa. Larger than what he saw online. “Who knows? They might have syphoned money from Luxville to build here.” He scoffed within, before turning to the lady in white long sleeve shirt and black trousers. “We offer facials, body scrubs, steam baths, hydrotherapy, aromatherapy, manicure and pedicure services. Which would you like, sir?” She paused and tried to catch her breath before finishing her sentence.Seeing this, Tristan slightly scrunched his nose in an awkward way and gave a small smile. “I'm here to apply as a Sexual Therapist and Female Massager.” He said, tendering his CV. A brief lift of lips came from the lady's face before she inhaled and took his CV from him. She went through it, nodding repeatedly before handing it over to him and demanded for his details which she scribbled into the system. Then she handed him a number ta