Billionaire Guardian

"Miss, are you feeling unwell? Let me help you to rest. I happen to have a room available," the plump middle-aged man said.

Isabella looked at the man in front of her, instinctively wanting to avoid him. She forced herself to stand up from the sofa, feeling dizzy.

Seeing the man approaching her, reaching out to grab her arm, Isabella panicked and forced a smile, "Mr. White, isn't that your wife over there? Don't you want to go say hello?"

Mr. White appeared flustered and immediately turned to look.

In their social circle, everyone knew that although Mr. White was domineering outside, his wife at home was a formidable figure.

Previously, Isabella's mother and sister had wanted to please Mr. White's wife and join the ranks of the elite.

Isabella also had her own calculations. When Mr. White turned his head, she knew she had won her gamble.

Isabella turned and ran. After a while, her speed slowed down, and she began to feel increasingly hot, her steps becoming unsteady.

Meanwhile, after realizing he had been deceived, Mr. White was furious and chased after her, cursing "despicable woman" incessantly.

Isabella's head was spinning, the path ahead becoming blurry. She seemed to see a door in front of her and ran towards it without hesitation, closing the door behind her.

Unexpectedly, outside the door was not outdoors but a guest room.

Immediately, her head bumped into a hard chest, and Isabella instinctively leaned against the person, feeling suddenly cool and comfortable.

She subconsciously looked up and saw a handsome face with a high nose bridge.

The outlines in front of her gradually blurred, and Isabella shook her head, feeling increasingly hot. She instinctively used her small hand to touch the man's chest randomly, murmuring for help.

The woman's voice was soft and breathless. Vincent grabbed her small hand, feeling annoyed. He hadn't expected those business partners to resort to any means to seal a deal.

He looked down at the woman, who was beautifully delicate yet not vulgar, with some abnormal redness on her face, obviously drugged.

Vincent subconsciously wanted to let go of Isabella and call someone to take her away.

But as soon as he released the woman's hand, she began to touch him uncontrollably, even unbuttoning his shirt, mumbling, "So hot..."

Vincent's face stiffened, his voice hoarse, "Young lady, I am also a normal man. You said so yourself, don't blame me."

Vincent lifted Isabella horizontally and gently placed her on the bed, then began to untie his own tie, his Adam's apple rolling with desire, every move showing his impatience.

In no time, their bodies were exposed to the air. The cold air and the heat from their bodies made Isabella feel a dual sensation.

Gradually, the room filled with faint moans, greatly pleasing Vincent. He stimulated Isabella back and forth, accelerating his movements.

Isabella's breath became more and more rapid, her moans louder, her body suddenly contracting.

After being satisfied, Isabella lay weakly on the bed, her snow-white chest heaving violently.

The dim light flickered in Isabella's eyes.

The temperature kept rising, the ambiguous scent becoming stronger...