Chapter 1: You Are Not the Only Rich Man in Seacity

Outside the door of the presidential suite, Quintina Foster clutched the room key, taking deep, nervous breaths. At this moment, in all of H City, no one else could help her except the person inside.

Quintina Foster lifted her lowered eyelashes, slightly adjusted her dress, and swiped the card to enter. Not long ago, she was the most prominent socialite in H City, but today, she had to sell her body for money... It was indeed ironic.

In the luxurious living room, only a floor lamp was lit, casting a dim light that filled the space with an unsettling shadow. Quintina Foster looked around; there was no one. She walked to the master bedroom and heard muffled voices coming from within. Clearly, her "client" for tonight was engaged in conversation.

She quietly retreated to the living room, took off her coat, revealing a sheer, form-fitting beige dress that exuded both softness and sensuality, full of charm.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, she gazed at the dazzling city lights below, lost in thought. This room was where she and that person had once stayed together. Here, they celebrated their wedding anniversary, surrounded by her beloved family and friends, with Lambert Hobson promising to dote on her for life...

"If you want to see a farther view, you can go to the rooftop garden," a low, captivating male voice suddenly sounded behind her. The familiar tone made Quintina Foster turn abruptly. Upon seeing his face, her expression changed dramatically, "Lambert Hobson!"

"It's been a while, Luo Luo." The man chuckled softly, slowly emerging from the shadows. His extremely handsome features were accentuated by a custom-made white shirt, with the collar casually unbuttoned, revealing the elegant lines of his collarbones. His long legs, encased in well-tailored suit pants, moved towards her with a powerful yet lazy grace, like a noble lion.

He was both abstemious and alluring, exuding a dangerous and captivating aura.

"Why are you here?" Quintina Foster's fingers tightened, her eyes filled with deep resentment.

Lambert Hobson walked to the bar, poured himself a drink, and after taking a sip, he looked at her with a half-smile, "Surprised?"

Quintina Foster replied sarcastically, "Indeed surprised. I never expected the deeply affectionate President would also resort to buying women. Does your beloved know about this?"

To her surprise, this did not anger Lambert Hobson. He merely narrowed his eyes, looking at her for a moment, and let out a sigh, "It seems you still don't understand the principle that circumstances are stronger than people, Luo Luo."

No, she understood. The experiences of the past year had already taught her this lesson deeply. But she refused to bow down before Lambert Hobson, because he was the source of all her humiliation and pain.

A year ago, the son-in-law of the richest family in H City, the Jian family, colluded with rivals to set a trap, transferring all the Jian family's shares. The Foster Group collapsed overnight. And the foolish woman who brought the wolf into the house was none other than herself, Quintina Foster.

In one night, her doting father, driven to bankruptcy, jumped from a building and became a vegetable. Her adoring brother was imprisoned, accused of driving someone to suicide. Her mother, who treated her as a precious gem, couldn't bear the continuous blows and developed severe mental illness, becoming delusional.

Quintina Foster, once a pampered princess, had fallen to become a pitiful figure, even needing to sell herself to pay for her parents' medical bills. All of this was thanks to this man.

Looking at the face that once made her heart race and now filled her with hatred, Quintina Foster let out a cold laugh. What didn't she understand? Lambert Hobson buying her tonight was just another whim, a way to humiliate and avenge his beloved Chenxi.

Knowing that staying would only bring more humiliation, Quintina Foster swiftly put on her coat and headed for the door. As she opened it, Lambert Hobson's calm voice came from behind, "Don't you want the money to save your parents?"

Quintina Foster paused, turned to look at him, and laughed scornfully, "There are plenty of rich men in H City, and many who would be willing to sleep with me."

Lambert Hobson also laughed, but his smile was chilling, "Do you believe that if I say the word, not a single man in H City would dare to patronize your 'business'?"