Enna Clark's lungs were relentlessly squeezed, the sensation on her lips becoming increasingly clear. She let out a soft moan, her left hand instinctively gripping the bedsheet beneath her.
Her moan was like poison, enticing the man who demanded her passionately.
The man, who was initially somewhat restrained, suddenly pulled her head closer, deepening the kiss—
As the kiss ended, Enna Clark was blushing and panting heavily, her mind completely blank, forgetting the bloody scene from the press conference.
"It's been found out. You don't have to worry about these things; I'll take care of it."
Enna Clark, who had caught her breath, had eyes clearer than anyone's. Immediately, with sharp wit, she said, "It's related to the dark web, right?"
