She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 321: Serves You Right for Being Single In the first-floor surveillance room, a woman wearing a black duckbill cap, which shielded her dark, shiny eyes, drew attention with her exceptionally fair skin in the dimly lit room. Her slender fingers moved quickly across the keyboard, displaying astonishing speed. The restaurant owner could only see a blur.

He couldn't help but be surprised by her dexterity.

Her index finger pressed the final enter key, and the black LCD screen displayed the sfootage. The pinhole camera projected an image onto the screen, magnifying it several times.

The image was crystal clear, showing every detail of the sexy pattern on Nora's nightgown and her flushed and enchanting expression, making everything evident.

It was unexpected that Nora was the one making the first move. In the footage, she actively pounced on Jerry, wrapping her arms around him, clinging to him like a sloth. Their clothes were disheveled, and her seductive charm was in full display.

In contrast, Jerry, who had earlier been swearing he loved Nora, fled when she initiated. Even when a beautiful woman was in his arms, he could resist the temptation. Was he even a man? In the room, Nora moved closer to Jerry in a somewhat disheveled state. Her luscious red lips were so close to his face, almost within reach. She stood on her tiptoes and clung to his muscular neck, closing the distance between them.

Their bodies pressed tightly against each other, the heat escalating.

Jerry had initially contemplated running away, but as he reached the door, he couldn't bear to leave Nora behind, so he turned back. The moment he entered the room, Nora had dragged him inside. His goddess, who usually maintained an aloof demeanor, was now trying to strip him of his clothes.

The buttons of his school shirt had been ripped off, revealing his not particularly muscular chest. Yet, even under these circumstances, Nora looked at him like a wolf with a flirtatious, cherry-like mouth emitting a sweet and seductive scent.

"I can't take it anymore, Miss... Miss Nora, please don't do this! I'm a good young man, and I would never do such a thing." "Too fast, we should take it one step at a time." "I'll confess first, and then, when you accept, we can start by dating, watching movies, having meals, followed by holding hands, and then kissing... Finally..." "Please, don't take your clothes off yet." He really couldn't handle it. Although Jerry was a homebody who didn't like sports, he was still a normal man. Just watching an anor reading a porn in his dorm could get him excited for half a day, let alone his dream girl standing in front of him.

His heart was jumping non-stop. Thump, thump...

Feeling a tingling sensation on his nose, he suddenly noticed a red blur.

Jerry reached out to touch his nose, and his hand was covered in thick, crimson blood.

"Blood!" Jerry exclaimed in surprise, and suddenly, his vision went black, and he passed out.

With a thud, his slim body fell to the floor, his shirt half-open, looking like a pile of discarded clothes. The nosebleed dripped onto the fabric, creating a stark contrast between red and white.

Nora seemed bewildered by the situation. She impatiently pushed Jerry, who remained unresponsive, lying there like a lifeless dog. Frustrated, she kicked him a couple of times and shed a few frantic tears. She felt terrible, as if her entire body was on fire.

Watching this through the surveillance feed, Cheyenne was left speechless. After all, she had set the stage for them, and Jerry had fainted at the critical moment. She couldn't help but think that he deserved to be single.

Disappointed that there wasn't more to see, Cheyenne was about to get up to leave when Nora did something unexpected. Despite the compromising situation, Nora climbed to the head of the bed and retrieved a business card from her handbag. She then proceeded to make a phone call.

Seeing this, Cheyenne's eyes lit up, and she sat back down, giving instructions in a cold tone, "You all can leave. I'll handle this alone." "Understood." The restaurant owner respectfully left, leaving her alone in the surveillance room.

With her chin resting on her hands, Cheyenne stared at the screen for over ten minutes. It was almost putting her to sleep, and she stifled a yawn, covering her lips elegantly.

As she was about to doze off, a tall, dark figure slowly approached the room, standing at around 180 cm in height with a medium build. When Cheyenne noticed the person entering the room, she was surprised to see him undressing. His black suit jacket fell to the floor, followed by his shirt, revealing his fair back with a greenish tattoo near the upper left shoulder.

The tattoo depicted a powerful eagle in flight, clutching a small snake in its talons.

It was the stattoo that Kelvin had described. This man was part of the group that had planted the listening devices in her house.

Cheyenne quickly paused the footage at the point that showed his shoulder tattoo and zoomed in, examining it in detail. It was clear as day, depicting an eagle seizing a snake.

A realization struck her.

Cheyenne quickly switched to the surveillance footage from the hotel lobby and hallway, where she briefly captured a clear shot of the man's face. The clip was short, lasting only a few seconds, but it was enough to get a good look at him.

He had attractive features, a prominent nose, and a pair of double eyelids that accentuated his wicked grin. He looked like a man who had spent a long tenjoying the pleasures of life. Suddenly, she remembered that she had encountered this man at the art exhibition. It was Teagan, the newly appointed CEO of the Parry Group and Abbie's cousin's fiance!

Cheyenne was taken aback, thinking about the relationship between Danielle and Nora. Danielle couldn't believe her best friend would be involved with her brother like this, could she? Seeing how easily they undressed when they entered the room, it was clear that this wasn't their first ttogether. Cheyenne felt as if she had stumbled upon a shocking secret. She had a sly, wicked smile on her face. She wondered if things would be even more interesting if Abbie's cousin saw this scene with her own eyes.

The woman's beautiful face was now tainted with a dark, sinister smile. She looked like a demon crawling out of hell, gnashing her teeth with evil intent.

Cheyenne stood up and went to another computer on the opposite side. She turned off the screen and opened her web browser. Quickly Er typing "Teagan," she found all the information about him, including details from his childhood like how many times he scored a perfect 100 in elementary school. Under the section about family members, she soon located the n"Jane Berry," and below that, her contact number.

The show was about to begin.

Nora, you enjoy manipulating everything behind the scenes, right? Now, I'll let you taste what it's like to be manipulated by others.

As Cheyenne's mind wandered, her fingers accidentally pressed the "Enter" key, and the screen switched back to the room. On the large bed, two entwined figures were engaged in the oldest act, the most passionate performance.

Poor Jerry lay on the cold floor, completely unconscious.

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