That night, Anastasia was tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The thought of Herman sharing a bed with another woman filled her mind with all sorts of unpleasant images. She was boiling mad, but there was nothing she could do. In Crescent Bay. A hotel room.


    Herman was drunk as a skunk, barely conscious. The woman next to him was just an escort, sent to deliver him a hangover cure on behalf of a client. After taking a picture and sending it, she promptly deleted the record.


    Looking at the unconscious Herman, the woman''s mind started to wander. If she managed to sleep with him, even if he refused to admit itter, she could still sue him for a heftypensation. She could im that he made inappropriate advances towards her and use public opinion to her advantage; surely she could swindle some money out of him. Maybe, if she managed to please Herman, she could be one of his regr bedmates. Women willing to share a bed with Herman were a dime a dozen.


    The more she thought about it, the more excited she got. Gathering her courage, she started to undress him. Just as she was about to unbuckle his belt, a stern voice came from above, "Beat it."


    The woman was so startled that her hand trembled. She stammered, "I thought you were ufortable, so I wanted to give you a bath."


    "Get out." Herman''s face was stern as he sat up. His harsh tone sent chills down her spine.


    The woman, shaking like a leaf, swallowed her fear and deliberately lowered her gaze, showing off some of her appealing skin, "Mr. Salstrom, let me stay and keep youpany. I know you want it too. Don''t worry, I won''t hold you responsible."


    Herman''s deep eyes narrowed slightly. With a swift kick, he sent the woman tumbling off the bed. Then he called out, "Nelson."


    There was no response from Nelson.


    The woman was kicked quite hard, feeling as if her ribs were about to crack. She never thought Herman would actually physically assault a woman.


    Herman got up from the bed, looking down at the woman, "Are you not going to get out?"


    "OK!" The woman scrambled out of the room, fearing she''d be beaten to death if she lingered.


    Only after the woman had left did Nelson enter the room. He was taken aback at the sight of the fleeing woman. Realizing something was amiss, he hurried into the main bedroom. "Mr. Salstrom."


    Nelson was trembling with fear. Herman was sitting on the edge of the bed, nursing a splitting headache from drinking too much. He raised an eyebrow, his tone icy, "Where were you just now?"


    "Mr. ter asked me to fetch some documents, Mr. Salstrom. Was that woman arranged by Mr. ter?" Nelson, who had been with Herman for many years, knew that some clients always tried to please Herman by sending him women. Dealing with these women was also part of Nelson''s job.


    Herman shot Nelson a cold look, "Next time, you can go chill in Antarctica."


    "I''m sorry Mr. Salstrom. I was negligent this time." Nelson understood the possible consequences if things had gotten out of hand. Herman hated these kinds of women. Not to mention he was already married. If Anastasia found out, there would be hell to pay. "Get out." Herman massaged his temples, the alcohol slightly wearing off.


    "Yes." Nelson quickly left.


    Herman was a bit wobbly on his feet, staggering into the bathroom to wash his face. He was slightly sober now. He returned to bed and nced at his phone. The woman had deleted all the missed call records on his phone, so Herman didn''t know that Anastasia had called. Seeing howte it was, he didn''t call Anastasia, not wanting to disturb her rest.


    The woman who had fled from the hotel room, found a secluded spot and made a call, "Ms. Brown, I''ve done what you asked me to do. I almost got caught by Mr. Salstrom, and he even kicked me. You need to give me a bonus.