Watching Emily Allen in heavy makeup entering the nightclub late at night, Ryan Richard pulled the brim of his hat lower and quickly followed her in.
The waiter welcomed her familiarly: "Miss Allen, you’re here again, same seat as usual."
"Alright." Emily Allen smoothed a wisp of hair at her temple, glanced at herself in the mirror in the hallway, then proceeded inside.
A small weight sunk in Ryan’s heart, he never knew Emily was a regular patron here!
Capitalizing on the waiter’s distraction welcoming new guests, Ryan quickly followed her unnoticed.
In the hallway lit with deep red light, there were occasional bursts of raucous laughter from the private rooms.
Emily Allen turned into a room at the end of the hallway.
As soon as the door opened, the sound of a microphone resonated from inside the room.
"Ah, our star Emily has finally arrived!"
Subsequently, a lively commotion ensued.
After she entered, Ryan took a quick step forward, barely stopping the door from closing entirely, leaving a small crack.
Inside the room colorful lights were flashing and the atmosphere was seductive, several scantily clad women surrounded a few middle-aged men.
"Director, I was delayed by other matters."
Emily Allen picked up a drink from the table, her smile radiant as she settled onto a man’s lap.
Her voice was so coquettish, she almost sounded flirtatious!
"I see, you probably couldn’t bear to leave your man, could you!"
Another producer came over, discreetly pinching Emily from behind just above her waist.
"Absolutely not, what is that Ryan compared to you? Just a small pretty boy, how could he compare to you!"
Emily Allen scoffed mockingly, as if implying that being with him had tainted her.
Ryan’s grip on the doorknob tightened sharply, his veins bulging, and his knuckles turned white from the intense pressure.
He took several deep breaths, endeavoring to quell the anger welling up in his heart, stopping himself from storming in.
"Director, we really ought to enjoy ourselves today!"
Emily said as the strap of her dress slid off her fair shoulder, revealing a large portion of her skin.
Her actions appeared too familiar, clearly, she had done this many times before!
"Don’t worry, we can certainly satisfy you more than Ryan Richard!"
Emily lowered her eyes with a slight smile, one hand pulling at the director’s tie: "I trust you."
The men and women started to huddle together, indecent moans began to seep out from the room. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ noveⅼfire.net
Ryan gently closed the door, his eyes bloodshot.
He knew Emily had been doing things behind his back, but he never expected the truth to be this appalling!
Ryan approached the front desk: "Hello, I need some information."
He discreetly slipped a 500 bill into the palm of the front desk lady.
The receptionist looked down, her smile becoming even more accommodating: "Please, sir, go ahead."
"Does the guest in room 8 come here often?"
The receptionist flipped through the register: "Yes, they are regular customers here, they come every Sunday night."
Ryan’s eyes had turned crimson, his fists clenched tightly, he stormed out in frustration.
The following Sunday afternoon, he came to the club ahead of time and wired a pinhole camera into room 8.
That night, the group activity in the room was recorded in detail.
He pressed the send button, and the video was emailed out.
In a moment, his phone rang loudly.
"What the hell are you doing, how did you get this video?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was the director from that night.
"That’s none of your concern, all you need to know is if you don’t want to lose face, wire me a million!"
"Are you insane, I can’t give you that much!"
A cold sneer tugged at the corners of Ryan’s mouth, his eyes icy: "I’ll give you five seconds to consider, reject it and say hello to the headlines!"