Return to Power

The night was already deep.

“Hazel.”

In Starry Club in New York, a crisp voice suddenly came from the earphones hidden under the girl's long hair, "Lamont has come out of Room 8 and is currently heading towards the restroom. It only takes three minutes, and you should hold onto it well.”

“Got it.”

Hazel narrowed her beautiful eyes and stood up with enchanting steps towards the direction of the private restroom in the club.

In order to get close to Lamont, she specially bought Starry Club from someone else for one hundred thousand dollars.

She couldn't miss this opportunity.

“But it is said that Lamont doesn’t like women and is very cold and heartless. Do you really want to approach him? Aren't you afraid of provoking him?" A worried voice came from the earphones.

Hazel smiled, "Is there anything worse than now?”

Since her father, Andre, was imprisoned on charges of murder a year ago and the Frey family declared bankruptcy, she had become a complete joke in New York.

Her fiance, Arthur, and her best friend, Kaliyah, conspired to betray her, and her friends also added insult to injury.

Even her sister, who had just been married for a year, was looked down upon by her husband's family.

People in the upper class were waiting to see her and her sister fall into the dust.

But she wouldn’t.

Wasn't it widely rumored that she had nothing else except for her beauty?

So she would make good use of her beauty and maximize its value. She would never disappoint those people.

Moreover, Lamont was not only powerful in New York, but also the uncle of her scumbag fiance.

Just a few days ago, she discovered that Jefferey, who had framed her father, had a commercial partnership with the Hurst Group.

This was her only chance to avenge her father.

Even if Lamont was a beast, she would give it a try tonight.

As soon as Hazel walked into the corridor, she saw a tall figure coming out of the men's restroom.

The man was wearing a black trench coat and a pair of black field boots.

He was sharp-featured, with impeccable facial contours.

He was tall, without cellulite.

Before approaching, Hazel felt a strong and gloomy aura.

This was Lamont, who saved the Hurst Group nearly bankrupting in just two years and turned it into a commercial empire.

Her heart rate inexplicably accelerated. But with a slight drunkenness, Hazel boldly stepped on black high heels and seductively walked towards the man.

So far, nothing she would fear.

At the moment when she was about to pass by Lamont, Hazel pretended to suddenly sprained her foot and fell straight into his arms.

His faint body fragrance wafted into Hazel's breath, accompanied by a faint taste of alcohol.

From her perspective, she happened to see the lacrimal nevus on the corner of Lamont's eye and his cold eyes.

“Sorry.”

Hazel's little hands directly attached to the man's sturdy waist and said, "I accidentally sprained my foot just now. Can you help me?”