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    “Catherine, this is payback.” Her voice dripped with venom, as if there was a deep-seated grudge between them.


    Taking a steadying breath, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.


    The call was quickly answered.


    “How is the situation on your side?”


    “It’s done,” Gillian said coolly. “You cane now.”


    “Well done.” The person on the other end of the line quickly ended the call.


    Gillian cast one final nce at the unconscious Catherine on the bed.


    Her expression darkened with resolve before she turned and walked away without looking back.


    Roughly ten minutester, a man swiped a key card and entered the suite.


    He tried flicking on the lights, but they remained off.


    “What’s wrong with this ce?” he muttered, irritation in his voice. But he didn’t dwell on the matter. “Ah, whatever. I can do it with the lights off anyway.”


    He fumbled his way to the bed, the dim shapes in the shadows guiding him.


    As his hand brushed over the warmth of a woman’s skin, a smile spread across his face. “I’m here, sweetheart,” he whispered with anticipation. “After tonight, you’ll belong to me.” The man was Niko.


    He shed his clothes and undressed the woman on the bed as well. The feel of smooth skin beneath his touch sent a thrill through him, and with a low, eager chuckle, he quickly got down to business…


    The moment Niko forcefully thrust himself into the woman beneath him, a sharp cry of pain tore from her lips.


    A wave of twisted satisfaction swept through him—he had finally seeded.


    But just as he basked in that fleeting sense of triumph, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.


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    Why had everything gone so smoothly?


    A flicker of confusion crossed his face before his expression darkened. The woman wasn’t a virgin.


    If that was the case, why had she put on an act and pretended she was so pure?


    Rage red inside Niko like an uncontroble fire. The more he thought about it, the more violently his fury surged. His movements became more aggressive.


    It was unclear how much time had passed before three men appeared just outside the hotel room door.


    “Think Niko’s done in there?” one of them asked.


    “It’s been a while. He should be. Let’s head in.”


    “Alright.”


    One of them retrieved a spare key card and slid it into the lock.


    As the door clicked open, the lights flickered on, flooding the room with brightness. The three men stormed inside, phones already in hand, cameras rolling, capturing thepromising scene.


    The sight that met them was just as they had expected: two unclothed bodies tangled on the bed.


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