Ignoring the embarrassment, Velia followed Vlora. They headed for a luxurious room at Fullman Batavia Park Hotel. Vlora was professional. Her expression was flat when she said. “Please rest while waiting for Mr. Hernandez and I will transfer the money immediately.” Velia nodded. Her face lowered and she waited for Vlora to leave first before entering the room. Velia closed the door, and the state of the room instantly stunned her. It was the most expensive type offered, with an area ranging from 172 square meters. Unbelievably, there was a grand piano being her first view. Complete and classy facilities. Fancy ornaments adorned some points. Expensive carpets covered the floor. Not only has one bed, that presidential room has two separate rooms. Also, it had a spacious living room, dining room, and even a private workspace. Ignoring the 65-inch flat-screen television, Velia was more interested in the large windows. She pushed aside the curtain and saw the sunset. Velia was stunn

Lucas regained consciousness. His eyes blinked and slowly opened. In the dim lighting, the first thing he saw was the ceiling. Lucas turned his gaze. There lay Velia, fast asleep beside him. She looked peaceful and exhausted, a perfect combination that brought a smile to Lucas's face. It seemed he would not be leaving the bed for a while. Propping himself up on one elbow, Lucas positioned himself to gaze at Velia. He reached out his hand and brushed aside the disheveled hair on the side of her face. He gently smoothed it back, revealing her enchanting charm. Lucas's hand halted. He froze, his blood pulsating. His gaze focused on the red marks along Velia's neck. Clear evidence of their passionate encounter from the previous night. It was the most beautiful sight Lucas had ever seen. Yet, it was also a dangerous sight for him. He did not want to take any risks and decided to get out of bed. Lucas ignored his own condition. He took a step and intended to fetch a glass of water. Howe

The luxury car seemed to have lost its way. The narrow streets in the lower-class neighborhood were clearly not the right route for it. Especially with the houses packed together and the squalid environment, who knows what the driver would think. “Do you live here?” The car stopped at a small rented house. The passenger inside asked, observing the place with a frown. “Yes.” Velia's voice sounded flat. She unbuckled her seatbelt and forced a smile that Lucas could not interpret. “Why?” Lucas reached for Velia's hand, momentarily holding back her desire to leave immediately. “What happened to you, Ve? Why do you live here? Where is your home?” “Home?” Velia asked bitterly. “This is where I live. I don't have a home or anything.” Lucas fell silent. “Why? Are you regretting making a deal with me?” Shaking his head, Lucas replied firmly, “Not at all.” “You should know, Luc. I did all this out of necessity. That's why I want to make sure of something,” Velia continued. “Will you

Velia could barely hold back her drowsiness as the car finally came to a stop. She, who had almost fallen asleep, suddenly felt refreshed and turned her head. They had arrived at a towering building that appeared incredibly grand. “Let's go,” Lucas's voice coincided with the opening car door. They got out and quickly entered. A security guard welcomed their arrival. He smiled and greeted them. Unfortunately, Lucas did not receive a similar response. The same went for the unassuming receptionist. In fact, the man only nodded briefly and continued walking towards the elevator. The elevator carried Lucas and Velia away from the lobby. As they ascended floor after floor, the journey was enveloped in silence. It did not take long for the elevator doors to open. Lucas and Velia arrived at their destination floor, and they walked along the corridor. There was only one door on that floor. The sole place they were headed to, and Lucas said, “Remember this passcode, Ve.” Velia blinked, sli

“Good morning, Sir.” As usual, Vlora greeted Lucas at the grand courtyard of Greatech. She took Lucas's briefcase and escorted him to the dedicated elevator. “Sorry in advance, Sir.” Vlora's voice coincided with the lift starting to ascend. Lucas raised an eyebrow, glanced at his watch, and waited for Vlora to speak. “Mr. Sanders is here.” Lucas furrowed his brow and raised his left hand. He checked the time and instinctively asked. “This early?” Frankly, Lucas was impressed. He did not expect to receive a visitor even before work hours. It made him exhale a bit, imagining what would happen if he decided to come to the office a little late—just a little. Not without reason. Opening his eyes and finding Velia sleeping in his embrace was the biggest temptation for Lucas. If he followed his heart's desire, he probably would not come to the office that early. That early or maybe too late. Those were the two choices Lucas faced for breakfast. “It seems he has gotten used to waking