As agreed during her grandfather's call, before lunch time, Sarah drove to her grandfather's opulent mansion, where she was poised to make her formal entry into the family's elite world. As she stepped into the grand foyer, it was evident that the household was in a frenzy of activity, all in preparation for her arrival. The gazes she encountered, however, were anything but welcoming; they dripped with condescension. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted individuals who looked like they had stepped out of a fairytale – princesses and princes in both appearance and demeanor. What set them apart was their language; instead of conversing in English, Mandarin, or Shanghainese, they whispered secrets in the elegance of French. Sarah decided to adopt the role of the outsider who seemingly didn't understand, determined not to let their sophisticated chatter rattle her. As she made her way into the cavernous dining hall, she found the Lao's already seated, along with her grandfather Hao

After the harrowing events at the beach, Sarah couldn't shake off the feeling of being hunted. She knew she had to act fast and smart to stay ahead of her unknown adversaries. As she stepped into her modern, luxurious apartment, she was grateful for the temporary safety it provided. Sarah wasted no time. She headed straight for the bathroom, her thoughts racing as the hot water cascaded over her. She has a plan for the evening, a dangerous gambit to confront those who had been orchestrating these attacks. But before she could put her plan into motion, she needed to gather information and ensure her safety. As the water pounded against her skin, she replayed the events of the day in her mind, searching for any clues or connections that might lead her to the mastermind behind the attacks. The mysterious figure who had saved her on the beach was an enigma, but they seemed to have a shared interest in uncovering the truth. Sarah stepped out of the shower, her mind clear and focused. She

In that moment, she felt like a different person, as if her truest carnal essence had been awakened. William, captivated by her presence, regarded her with an intense admiration, his eyes memorizing every curve and contour of her body.Drawing near, he passionately kissed her, his hand simultaneously cupping her cheek while the other caressed her breast. His touch ignited a fiery response within her, eliciting a cascade of pleasurable sensations.Moving with deliberate intent, he carried her, never breaking the connection of their lips. Exploring every inch of her, he bestowed kisses upon her face, her neck, and her breasts, skillfully attending to her desires. With playful fervor, he lavished attention on her nipples, massaging one while consuming the other with an insatiable hunger. Slowly, he descended, bestowing affection upon her navel and stomach.Sarah couldn't help but release a moan, bordering on a scream, as William sensually parted her thighs, his tongue tantalizingly traci

William Xu, still half-asleep, stretched out on the luxurious sheets of his expansive bed. He yawned, expecting to find Sarah nestled beside him, but the space next to him was empty and cold. Confusion quickly turned to concern as he realized she had left.William calls out, "Sarah?"He sat up, his gaze darting around the room, but there was no sign of her. The disheveled bed and a faint, lingering scent of her perfume were the only reminders that she had been there. Panic began to gnaw at him as he wondered why she had left so abruptly."Where could she have gone?" He felt a sudden frustration.The memory of their passionate night together had left an undeniable mark on him, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of pride and possessiveness. He had been Sarah's first, and the knowledge that she had chosen him brought a sense of satisfaction that transcended physical desire.He immediately reached for his phone and called his bodyguards, inquiring if they had seen Sarah. While talkin

Draped in a simple, black sheath dress that hugged her every curve, Sarah embodies a blend of grace and determination. The long sleeves provide an air of modesty, while the hood framing her face added an element of intrigue. This attire was not merely a fashion choice; it concealed her concealed armor, cleverly strapped to her limbs and ready for action. Sarah was always prepared, and her dress, its hem gracefully brushing her ankles, concealed her true intentions.A pair of sleek, black stilettos graced her feet, their sharp lines a stark contrast to the flowing elegance of her dress. These shoes were more than just a fashion statement; they symbolize her inner strength and readiness to face any challenge head-on. Her golden curls, typically flowing like a cascade of sunshine, were expertly tied in a neat bun, ensuring they stayed out of her way as she readied herself for the unpredictable day ahead.Although her face was hidden behind dark sunglasses, they couldn't completely mask t