I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1022 - 724 Disappeared...

Chapter 1022: 724 Disappeared...

When one no longer worries about material conditions, the pursuit of psychological thrills is inevitable.

Inside the Hongqi L5.

The seats were reclined.

Fang Ai’s face was flushed red, her breathing heavy. One leg stretched out, from bottom to top, resting on the shoulder of the Caucasian chauffeur, her toes nearly touching the starry roof of the car.

"Faster..."

She was in a haze, her eyes unfocused, her temples damp with sweat like a drowning fish.

The usually respectful Caucasian chauffeur looked cruel, tightening the belt around her neck like he was dealing with a slave.

Fang Ai arched her head back desperately, her eyes starting to roll back, her hands unconsciously clutching at the belt tightening around her neck. Although she appeared to be in pain, unable to breathe, she didn’t struggle at all.

"Faster, even faster..."

Such a demand was beyond the abilities of Ding He, the gentlemanly lawyer, but for the strong-bodied Caucasian chauffeur, it was nothing.

Especially the psychological contrast formed by their difference in status made him even more ferocious.

"I am very pleased to serve you, my master."

The high-end executive chair made creaking noises under abuse.

The foot against the roof, still sheathed in stockings, grew increasingly tense.

Fang Ai lost her ability to speak entirely, involuntarily closing her eyes, her soul seemed to leave her body, drifting toward the clouds.

"Bang!"

There’s always someone to spoil the moment.

Just as they were about to peak, a violent explosion sounded.

Shards of glass flew into the car, and the pouring cold air instantly dropped the temperature inside the vehicle.

Fang Ai, who was just a step away from reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy, opened her eyes subconsciously, her mind blank.

The Caucasian chauffeur also stopped, a wild smile still lingering on his face that could rival those of Hollywood men, though his eyes were a bit confused.

A pair of licentious man and woman looked at the violently shattered car window in unison.

An elbow casually retracted, then a hand reached in, opening the rear car door from the inside.

The master and servant whose good times were ruined had their thoughts short-circuited, completely forgetting to resist.

Firefly Medical Center.

Through video feed, Jiang Chen had a clear view of the explicit scene inside the car.

Although he expected it, seeing their vigorous positions firsthand was still an emotional moment for Jiang Chen.

He knew that the prestigious lawyer had probably zero stature at home, but did he know about his wife’s intimacy with the chauffeur?

"You can’t park here."

Standard English.

But as a genuine socialite, Fang Ai was highly educated, holding two degrees and easily understood.

Can’t... park?

Fang Ai looked outside confusedly.

It wasn’t the old man from park management.

She saw two men standing like ghosts under the tranquil night, their faces covered with unsettling silicone masks.

One of them even held a cell phone.

When her gaze landed on the camera of the phone, Fang Ai’s puzzled eyes suddenly sharpened, as if she had just awakened from a dream. She immediately sat up, grabbed her clothes to cover her body, and scolded vehemently without a second thought, "Put the phone down!"

Her identity was indeed prominent.

But prominence seemed to be of little use in this situation.

The two men, faces obscured, didn’t move.

Without the time to dwell on the dissatisfaction of her unfulfilled desires, Fang Ai fiercely commanded the chauffeur, with whom she’d been having an affair, "Smash that phone!"

Brazen as he may be.

The Caucasian chauffeur, who dared to have an affair with his mistress, knew the severity of the moment. He rushed to get out of the car without even pulling up his pants properly.

He wasn’t just a mere coachman, he believed taking on two men was no issue.

But reality was harsh.

Without adequate confidence, would they dare to brazenly show up?

The Caucasian chauffeur got out and went straight for them, but in just a moment, Fang Ai, half-clothed inside the car, froze.

The strong and reliable chauffeur she saw didn’t help solve the problem at all but was quickly taken down in just a few seconds, lying on the ground with a foot pressed against his head.

Of course.

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

Regarding his effectiveness, Fang Ai had firsthand experience.

Perhaps because of this, having just gone through an intense battle, he was severely depleted.

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

"What do you want to do?"

At the end of the day, she had an extraordinary identity; she maintained her composure, unpanicked.

The two mysterious men didn’t speak, and behind the eerie silicone masks, Fang Ai could only see their slightly gleaming eyes.

Faced with such a situation for the first time, Fang Ai’s heart raced, and she couldn’t even get dressed properly, her torn pantyhose forcing her to clutch her clothes to cover herself.

All fun and games aside.

She wasn’t really shameless.

Fang Ai couldn’t help but look at the chauffeur pinned to the ground; even if he had brought her physical and emotional satisfaction numerous times, at that moment, she cursed him as useless in her mind.

She understood that in the current situation, she was in danger.

If these two men were to have lewd intentions, she wouldn’t have any ability to resist.

Call for help?

Not to mention whether there was 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 that no matter how questionable the personal conduct of these scions of wealth might be, at least they all shared a single virtue.

They were definitely not dumb.