Lexie''s face lit up with excitement.


    Most married men, when faced with temptation but hesitant to act, would shift the me onto their wives.


    The implication was clear. "I''m fine with you throwing yourself at me, but my wife isn''t. You need to find a way to make this work so I can be with you without upsetting her."


    Lexie gave the perfect answer. "Don''t worry. I''m not after Mrs. Houston''s position. As long as I can stay by your side, that''s enough for me."<fn334d> Official source is F?nd-Novel</fn334d>


    The underlying meaning was that she would like to be the mistress.


    Marion scorned inwardly, showing nothing on the surface. "Come in."


    Lexie was thrilled. ''Overseas kingpin? Please. At the end of the day, you''re like any other man, throwing yourself at my feet.''


    The presidential suite had everything anyone could need, but her eyes immediately locked onto the plush, inviting bed.


    The lighting was dim, and the atmosphere was romantic, propelling them to do something.


    "Mr. Houston..." She looked at him shyly.


    She had never seen a man so good-looking before. When Grover proposed sending her to Marion''s bed, she had been beyond excited.


    Marion observed her expression and walked toward the bed. Taking it for a sign, she followed him, but he opened the drawer and pulled out an object.


    When she saw it was a gun, the color drained from her face.


    "I don''t mince words," he said, his voice calm but deadly. "Tell me everything you know, and I''ll let you live."


    He sank into a chair, the muzzle of his gun aimed at her.


    "Mr. Houston..." Lexie trembled in fear.


    She had heard all the stories about him. Overseas, he had killed countless people. There wasn''t a type of person he wouldn''t eliminate, let alone a woman like her.


    "No. Stalling won''t work," Marion said. "This room is signal-blocked. They can''t hear anything. And hand over the recording device."


    Lexie was shocked that he had found out.


    "Hand it over, or should I do the job?"


    "I-I''ll give it to you."


    Trembling, she reached into her bag and pulled out the recorder that had been activated before she got into the room earlier.


    The Illuminati knew a cautious man like Marion wouldn''t stay in a hotel suite without signal-blocking devices already in ce. That was why she had brought the recorder.


    "Grover sent me," she stammered nervously. "Please, don''t kill me."