The Spoiled Wife of Mr Radcliffe

"Shh, keep it down, or I might just beat you!"

In the luxurious presidential suite, Benedict Radcliffe, the famous tycoon of the city, found himself in a rather humiliating position as a charming young lady straddled him on the king-sized bed.

His hands were restrained with a belt tied to the bedpost, and his shirt had been undone, with even the buttons of his trousers popped open.

"Do you even know who you're messing with? I advise you to release me immediately! If you do, I might consider giving you a lighter punishment!" Benedict maintained a stern expression, his deep-set eyes seething with anger.

Cordelia Montague gripped the man's muscular chest, glaring at him fiercely. "Of course, I know who you are. You stole the game design from our studio, cheated on a young lady, got her pregnant, and refused to take responsibility. You've committed multiple offenses, and I'm going to sentence you today!"

She spoke while pulling out a small eyebrow razor from her purse.

Benedict was infuriated, wondering how this woman managed to slip past the tight security and release a smoke bomb in his room, leaving him powerless.

Cordelia lifted his shirt, revealing his well-built physique, with clearly defined abs.

Yet, this couldn't mask the fact that he was a scoundrel.

With the eyebrow razor in hand, she slid it toward the man's groin, gently tapping a few times. Was it here?

Just then, her phone rang, and Cordelia answered it.

"Cordelia, where are you?"