The driver parked the car, got out, and opened the rear door.


    Victor stepped out gracefully, his long legs unfolding with effortless elegance.


    He was dressed to the nines today-dark pinstriped trousers, a pale gray dress shirt with perfectly pressed cuffs, and a meticulously knotted tie that gave him an air of precision and gravitas. He looked every bit like someone fresh from an important meeting.


    Kemp straightened the white shirt he wore, pulled out the key he''d prepared in advance, and unlocked the door to the vi.


    From inside, the unmistakable sounds of a woman''s moans and a man''s breathless shouts drifted out, intermittent but unmistakable.


    "Oh God... yes..."


    "Elise, you''re mine!"


    "You''re mine, and no one will ever take you from me!"


    Upstairs, in the master bedroom.


    On the bed, Elise''s cheeks were flushed pink, her whole body caught up in the throes of passion.


    Victor''s expression darkened; his eyes glinted with a cold, steely edge as he shot Kemp a look.


    Kemp looked just as speechless. Who could have guessed these two would be at it in broad daylight?


    He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and muttered, "Mr. Fitzgerald, I''ll... I''ll go drag them out."


    Victor settled into a single armchair in the living room, crossing his legs. Even in this simple pose, the tailored ck pants entuated the sharp lines of his legs, and his mere presence radiated aristocratic poise.


    Elise, meanwhile, was lost in the final waves of pleasure.


    Suddenly a thunderous crash!


    The bedroom door was kicked open from the outside.


    Gideon, who had been on top of Elise, whipped his head around. The sight nearly sent him into cardiac arrest; he tumbled off the bed and cowered beneath it, face white as a sheet. "Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?!"


    Elise, still flushed and dazed, was jolted back to earth by themotion. Panicked, she sat up and grabbed the nearest nket to cover herself.


    Kemp looked at the indecent pair with a scowl. If Mr. Fitzgerald saw this, he''d feel contaminated just by witnessing it. Kemp wasn''t sure if Victor would punish him, the assistant, or just deal with these two lovebirds himself.


    With icyposure, Kemp barked, "You have two minutes to get dressed and get out here. If not, I''ll drag you both out onto the street myself!"


    He mmed the door shut, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. The room''s sultry atmosphere instantly turned cold and menacing.


    Elise and Gideon turned ghostly pale, scrambling to pull on their clothes as quickly as possible-scared out of their wits by the muscle-bound intruder who''d threatened to toss them out in broad daylight.


    Gideon whispered, "Elise, do you know him? Who is he? Why is he here?"


    Elise was trembling, shaking her head frantically. She had no idea. Aside from that recent kidnapping incident, she hadn''t crossed anyely. Could Isadora have sent someone for revenge?


    The two exchanged anxious nces, silently agreeing to make a run for it. But before they could move-


    The door was kicked open again, this time with enough force to knock it off its hinges.


    Kemp strode in, cold as ice. Like an eagle snatching up chicks, he grabbed each of them by the arm and dragged them unceremoniously into the living room.


    Gideon, who was a doctor and not exactly built for brawls, couldn''t break free from the iron grip.


    "Let go! You can''t just break into someone''s home in broad daylight! I''ll call the police! Elise, don''t be scared-I''m here," he shouted, trying to sound brave.


    Elise was even less capable of resisting. She clutched her stomach with one hand and hissed, "Who are you? Do you have any idea who I am? I''m the woman Magnus Wainwright, CEO of The Wainwright Group, loves most. If youy a finger on me, he''ll make you pay!"


    Kemp sneered, his voice as cold and lethal as a de. "And what do you think Magnus will do when he finds out his ''beloved'' has been cheating behind his back?"