Amelia quickly instructed her staff on how to handle the aftermath, assuring them that she would ensure those thugs received their due punishment. "Call the police and have security review all footage. I want those thugs behind bars by nightfall." She ordered the manager, and after changing clothes and calling her driver, she decided to go to a quiet restaurant across town with Oliver. She departed in her vehicle, followed by Oliver, who was in his own car with Charlotte. Inside the Rolls-Royce, Charlotte, who had been watching the entire drama unfold from a distance, couldn't help but express her concern. "President, are you alright? Your hand..." she began, but when she saw the neat bandage, she sighed in relief. Then, squinting at Oliver through the rearview mirror with a teasing glint in her eyes, she said, "President, you are really a scheming playboy. That naive Amelia was completely fooled by you... I'm so glad I'm already on your side, or I'd probably be sold off somewhere

[The host has successfully torn off the hypocritical mask of the Child of Luck, Liam Dust, destroying his perfect image in the heart of the Heroine, Amelia Raven.] [Heroine Amelia's trust in Liam has dropped to the freezing point.] [The Heroine, Amelia Raven, has developed a feeling of love and great admiration for the host.] [Protagonist Liam Dust's Luck Points have been reduced by 500.] [Congratulations to the host! You have obtained 2000 System Points.] [Congratulations to the host! You have obtained a special reward: Passive Skill: Intoxicating Charm.] [Intoxicating Pheromones — Passive: This skill makes the host continuously emit unique supernatural pheromones that resonate with females who feel affection toward the host. While close to the host, affected targets' emotional attachment to the host will gradually deepen, depending on their mental strength, leading them to subconsciously perceive the host as increasingly special, comforting, and trustworthy. The host's scent

Oliver's words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core."That..." She couldn't say the next words of denial that were in her head.Rather, she nodded her head slightly.Getting her consent, he smiled affectionately and put his hand into her panties."Oh! Hmm!"'It feels so much better than before.'Amelia seemed to be completely out of her mind as Oliver's hand rubbed her clitoris, and her pussy shed tears of joy without realizing it.But it wasn't over.Soon, Oliver put his finger into her vagina.That alone seemed crazy, but he put another finger in it and stimulated the vaginal wall, and he hit a spot that made her see stars."No! Ha... Not there! Haaa~."It was as if her body were hit by an electric shock whenever Oliver gently rubbed that spot.Although she said no, she wanted him to touch her. She looked at Oliver and made a silent request with her eyes, pleading and begging for more.'Please, please... More.'After noticing her gaze, Oliver smiled and stroked her, while his

On the other side, far away, in front of the Obsidian Private Club, Liam, looking disheveled, with bloodshot eyes and a face full of rage, was stomping on the ground and cursing Amelia, who was not picking up his calls and messages and had not even visited her club since yesterday, making him wait for the whole day outside and turn into this beggar-like state.What was more infuriating was that he didn't know her address, nor was her staff willing to listen to him without her orders, making him all the more enraged, and he couldn't help but scold Amelia for not teaching her staff proper manners.As for Amelia, whom Liam was scolding, she was in Oliver's arms, completely unaware of Liam's situation. Even if she was, she wouldn't care.She had already put Liam on silent and didn't care about him, focusing completely on Oliver, who took her to her bedroom.Stepping inside her bedroom, Oliver felt as if he had stumbled into a princess's chamber, filled with a fragrant scent.Sure enough,

Inside a cheap hotel room, a suffocating silence permeated the air.Emma was curled up in the corner of the large leather sofa with bloodshot eyes. Her designer dress was already wrinkled, and her hair appeared somewhat disheveled.Forty-eight hours.That was how long it had been since she came to this hotel.When Oliver had thrown her out of his house, and her family had exiled her, Emma was stuck in the delusion that this was merely temporary anger.She thought they would come back to her as they always do. After all, she was Emma Wright, daughter of the prestigious Wright family.But only now she realized how wrong she had been.Instead of reconciliation, her father froze her bank accounts, including her savings, and the remaining cash in her purse had barely covered one night at the five-star hotel before reality forced her to this cheap hotel.She felt even more humiliated when she asked for help from her social circle "friends" and "best buddies" who had flocked to her side durin