The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 1024 - 1004: Comparable to the Edward Stones of the past!

Chapter 1024: Chapter 1004: Comparable to the Edward Stones of the past!

Who would have thought, after asking for a markdown, he’d get an additional freebie thrown in!

If he could have a round of *** with her, his erotic index would shoot right up there with a certain Mr. Chen, becoming the top lady-killer God. His life would be at its pinnacle.

Thinking like this, Adrian Watkins’s heart swelled with pride. He bent over to pick up Nana Jensen horizontally and laid her down beside Bella Gordon, who was already lying on the bed, and started to scrutinize them closely.

One in a golden dress that was ostentatiously luxurious, the other in a white shirt, strikingly pure—an epitome of beauty, both of them—with different auras lying side by side on a bed that belonged to Adrian Watkins, who felt as if his life had ascended.

All at once, with two beauties on his bed, Adrian Watkins felt like he had climbed to the peak of his life, on par with the days of Edward Stones!

But, which one to start with?

The sexy one?

Yeah, that’s right, he had had his fill of virgins, but he’d never bedded another man’s wife. He had yet to savor that supreme feeling of putting a green hat on another man—just the thought of Roy Thompson’s arrogantly domineering face made Adrian Watkins look at Bella Gordon’s curvaceous body with even more malevolent eyes.

After he had slept with his wife, put a green hat on him, would that man still be cocky?

With this thought, Adrian Watkins tugged fiercely at his tie, allowing himself to take a deep breath of relief, but it still wasn’t enough. He tore off the tie from around his neck in frustration and threw it onto the sofa next to the bed.

Staring at Bella Gordon’s resting yet flushed and bright face, the man felt the blood in his body heat up bit by bit until it was boiling, and as he reached out to strip the woman’s clothes, his own were no longer bearable to wear.

Having been through a field of flowers, Adrian Watkins’s tolerance was naturally weak, and the frustration was killing him. The dress’s buttons were notoriously difficult to undo—couldn’t let this hot body go unseen, could he?

Yet, his body was completely out of control in front of two women of distinct styles!

Screw it, let’s just please himself first, then move on to the next round!

Nana Jensen wore a white shirt with jeans, and Bella Gordon wore a handmade dress, one naïvely fresh and the other maturely coquettish. Too bad he could only have them in this inert state—if only they could play along, how wonderful that would be!

A pity, just wishful thinking!

Adrian Watkins glanced at the tightly closed bedroom door. The privacy measures at the Rino Hotel were highly confidential, which was also why Hanny Josh chose this place to make his move. With this in mind, Adrian Watkins felt completely at ease. If he couldn’t strip the women, he’d strip himself first.

Panting, he directly took off the suit pants that he had unzipped, then his pride and joy was exposed to the air. Seeing his little brother endure to its limit, Adrian Watkins’s mouth almost watered at the sight of the women on the bed!

Now stripped from the waist down, still wearing the white shirt up top, he couldn’t help the surging desire, gasping for air, slightly bending forward, initially positioning himself toward Bella Gordon, then feeling it was wrong, he turned toward Nana Jensen, his body’s heat soaring so much that even the hands trying to undo his shirt were shaking.

If he had known this day would come, he wouldn’t have let women take off their own clothes before; it’s so troublesome now. Forget it, just go for it!

But why is the hem of the skirt so tight, nothing can get through!

Adrian Watkins instinctively reached to tear it, only to find the fabric was tough to rip...

God, what kind of material is this? The clothes can’t even be torn. Who the hell is this girl to wear such fine clothes? Couldn’t be royalty, could she?

Forget it, she’s already in his bed, and it’d be a waste not to sleep. Regardless of her background, sleep first, talk later. If worse comes to worst, just spend a lot of money on PR. Edward Stones slept with so many beauties, and he’s still got beauties clinging to him, carefree as ever. What’s there to fear!

If it can’t be torn, then cut it!

Adrian Watkins stood up in a rush and went straight to the suite’s kitchen to grab a pair of scissors, ready to cut at the hem of Bella Gordon’s dress...

Hiss...

But only after a small cut was made, however...

With a bang, the bedroom door was directly smashed open from outside. Adrian Watkins felt his mind explode. The forced entry into the bedroom meant...

Someone actually got the key to his room, even in a place as secure as the Rino Hotel.

"Who gave you the...," Before he could finish the word "audacity," a piercing scream erupted.

"Miss Jensen?"

The voice came from a hotel manager following behind Roy Thompson, obviously someone not accustomed to such scenes. Seeing two women lying on a bed, a man naked from the waist down holding scissors, they shrieked in fear. After all, if anything happened to Miss Jensen on their turf, it would be far more serious than just losing a job.

Miss Jensen?

This title wasn’t one just anybody could be addressed by. Clearly, more than one person had arrived; otherwise, Adrian wouldn’t feel the chill of murderous intent behind him. Instinctively, he pressed the scissors to Bella Gordon’s neck and turned around, "Don’t move, or I’ll kill her!"

"Adrian Watkins, do you have enough heads to dare touch her?!" Roy Thompson’s face was stormy as if it could drip water, veins throbbing violently on his forehead. Daring to lay a hand on his treasure, "Adrian Watkins, if you want to live, put down the scissors!"

Roy Thompson’s sharp gaze landed on the scissors in his hand and then slowly moved downwards, only to discover that the edge of Bella Gordon’s dress was cut, and the man... his lower half was not only exposed but also...

Reacting to the situation?

Roy Thompson’s eyes bulged to their limits, his fists clenching inch by inch. The anger in his heart was nearly turning his eyes blood-red. If not for worrying that the scissors in his hand might accidentally hurt Bella Gordon, Roy Thompson would have used them to cut off the man’s appendage.

Without a doubt, Bella Gordon’s dress was not coming off, hence the need to use scissors to cut it open. At this moment, Roy Thompson was grateful for the dress, although it cost him on their wedding night.

"If you want her to live, you all better back off quietly!"

As he spoke, Adrian Watkins moved his scissors slightly forward toward Bella Gordon’s neck. There was no time to care about his trousers, only the desire to flee the scene. Judging by Roy Thompson’s disposition, the likelihood of being cuckolded was slim, but as long as no reporters caught the scene affecting his thriving entertainment career, he wasn’t afraid to confront Roy Thompson.

But he’s just an Executive CEO from an outside company, could he ascend to heaven in Andras City?

After all, with Hanny Josh, the bully of Andras City behind him, Adrian Watkins naturally didn’t realize that Roy Thompson and the woman he almost slept with on the bed would cost him any chance of turning things around in his next life.