I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1020 - 724 The Disappearing Silk Stockings (Thanks for the tip!)

Chapter 1020: 724 The Disappearing Silk Stockings (Thanks for the tip!)

People inevitably seek spiritual stimulation when they no longer have to worry about material conditions.

Inside the Hongqi L5.

The seat was reclined.

Fang Ai’s face was flushed red, breathing rapid, one foot stretched out straight, resting on the shoulder of the white driver, toes almost touching the car’s ceiling.

"Harder, push harder."

Her eyes lacked focus, words difficult to articulate, temples dampened by sweat, like a fish out of water.

The usually respectful white driver’s gaze turned fierce, like treating a slave, he pulled the leather belt around her neck tighter, then violently increased the pace of his thrusts.

Fang Ai desperately arched her head back, eyes starting to roll back, hands unconsciously clutching at the belt strangling her neck, as if in pain and at the same time reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, clearly barely able to breathe but without any struggle, as if obsessed with this feeling at the edge of her limits.

"Faster, go faster..."

She rasped out the command.

Such demands would certainly be beyond the genteel lawyer Ding He, yet they were nothing to the robust white driver.

Especially this mental contrast made him even more vigorous and fierce.

"I’m very willing to serve you, my master."

Although he said this, there was not a hint of tenderness, the high-end executive seat creaking under their abuse.

The foot against the ceiling, still clad in nylon stockings, became taut with the driver’s thrusts.

Completely losing her ability to speak, Fang Ai involuntarily closed her eyes, her soul seemingly drifting toward the clouds.

"Bang!"

Just as she was about to reach the peak, a loud explosion rang out.

Shards of broken glass flew into the car, the influx of cold air causing the temperature inside to plummet instantly.

Fang Ai, mere moments from the summit of ecstasy, opened her eyes on instinct, her mind a blank slate.

The white driver stopped as well, his face, worthy of a Hollywood lead, still worn with a savage smile, though his eyes were somewhat bewildered.

Both the illicit lovers turned in unison toward the brutally battered window.

An arm retracted leisurely after the intrusion, followed by a hand reaching in to open the rear car door from the inside.

With their steamy tryst disrupted, the servant and his mistress in the car froze in thought, utterly forgetting to resist.

Yinghuo Medical Center.

Through the video feed, Jiang Chen saw with his own eyes the adult-only scene inside the car.

Even though he expected it, the sight of the two in their explosive positions stirred a complex set of emotions in Jiang Chen.

It was obvious that Ding He held little standing at home, but his wife engaging in dalliances with their chauffeur, was the distinguished lawyer aware of it?

"You can’t park here."

Standard English.

But Fang Ai was highly educated and understood without any effort.

Can’t... park?

Fang Ai gaped, confused, out the window.

It wasn’t the park manager.

Instead, two men stood like ghosts in the tranquil night, unsettling silicone masks covering their faces.

One of them was holding a cellphone.

When her gaze landed on the camera lens of the phone, Fang Ai’s bewildered expression suddenly sharpened, snapping to reality, she sat up abruptly, disentangling from the driver and grabbed her clothes, fiercely shouting, "Put the phone down!"

The two unrecognizable men did not move.

Unable to care about the unsatisfied desire, Fang Ai commanded sharply, ordering the driver with whom she had been cavorting, "Smash that phone!"

He was bold indeed.

Even the white driver, daring to have an affair with his mistress, was not ignorant of the seriousness, didn’t even bother to pull up his pants properly before getting out of the car, fiery with intent.

He wasn’t just a driver, firmly believing that he could handle two men easily.

But reality is often cruel.

Without sufficient confidence, would they dare brazenly come knocking?

The white driver got out of the car and immediately scuffled, but within moments, Fang Ai, left naked inside the car, expression froze.

The white driver, who seemed strong and reliable to her, was not only unable to solve the problem, but was quickly knocked down in seconds, landed on the ground with a foot pressing down on his head.

Of course.

Perhaps it wasn’t fair to say he was all show and no go.

As for being capable, Fang Ai had firsthand experience more than once.

Likely, it was for this reason that after a hearty battle, his physical capacity was severely depleted.

With her only support fallen, Fang Ai began to realize the gravity of the situation, her complexion changing.

"What do you want to do?"

Ultimately of high status, she forced herself to remain calm, not panicking.

The strangers in the masks remained silent; behind the unsettling silicone, Fang Ai could only see their slightly gleaming eyes.

For the first time facing such circumstances, Fang Ai felt her heart rise, not even having time to dress properly, she could only try to cover herself with her clothes as much as possible, her pantyhose ripped.

It’s one thing to play.

But she was not truly shameless.

Fang Ai involuntarily glanced at the driver being stepped on, even though he had brought her countless instances of pleasure, in her heart she cursed him as useless.

She knew the situation she faced was dangerous.

If these men took a lascivious interest in her, she would have no means of resistance.

Call for help?

Not to mention whether there would be anyone nearby, how could she allow herself to be seen like this?

"Speak, what are your terms?"

Fang Ai took a deep breath.

On the scene, Jiang Chen had to admit, regardless of the personal conduct of these scions of wealthy families, at the very least, they all shared one common trait.