"No." Julian Blackwood raised a hand to wipe away the tears from Serena Vance's eyes. "I only feel bad for you. I'll have my assistant take you home later and find a specialist to check on you.' < "I don't want to go." Serena Vance clung to him, her voice a seductive purr. "No one else can cure me, you are my only medicine. Don't you believe me? Try me." Julian Blackwood chuckled softly. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her with lingering passion. "Feeling better?" "A little, but not enough. I need deeper treatment." Serena Vance's voice was like a hook, her hands trailing provocatively over Julian Blackwood's sensitive spots. Julian Blackwood let out a muffled groan. "My love, are you sick or just insatiable?" Serena Vance giggled, blowing a soft breath into his ear. "Both." The next second, she was pressed down onto the table by Julian Blackwood, her cheongsam completely torn open. That flash of white, it stung my eyes. I remembered four years ago, when Serena Vance had snuck into Julian Blackwood's office. She lay naked on his desk, humbly begging, "Mr. Blackwood, please, just touch me, just once." Julian Blackwood hadn't even glanced at her, coldly ordering her to be taken to detention. He'd covered my eyes, saying, "It's dirty, don't look. I'll only ever touch one woman in my life, you." But now, he was pressing Serena Vance onto the office table, his well-defined hands caressing her entire body. There was no longer any disgust in his eyes, only raw, consuming passion. I couldn't bear to watch anymore and stumbled away. When Julian Blackwood reappeared, he was holding a gift box. "Summer, this is the transfer contract for this hotel. Tonight, it witnessed our beautiful love, so I'm giving it to you." 12:37 pm P DDD < A hotel worth ten billion dollars, given away just like that, once again drawing envious glances from everyone towards me. At that moment, Serena Vance, having changed into a new cheongsam, came downstairs. Her expression was hidden behind her mask, making it unclear, but her tightly clenched hands betrayed her displeasure. A moment later, Serena Vance unclenched her hands and meekly went to prepare the champagne tower. I stood on my tiptoes, starting to pour champagne from the topmost glass. Unexpectedly, my foot slipped, and in my panic, my hand grabbed the tablecloth, causing the entire champagne tower to crash down. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!