The supermodel laughed seductively, "President Fu, why do you still let her come back? Can't I serve you comfortably enough?"
Fu Lun bent down to pick up the USB drive, slowly walked to the supermodel, pinched her chin, and kissed her crimson lips, "Little slut, I just love your wild spirit."
The supermodel's alluring eyes fluttered, she reached out to embrace his nape, but the man suddenly released her, turned, and headed upstairs. Halfway up the stairs, he turned around coldly and said, "Butler, see the guest out!"
The flush of passion on the supermodel's face instantly faded. She had always known she was just a toy for Fu Lun to vent his frustrations. She might not even compare to the woman who just ran out.
But she couldn't help but be attracted to Fu Lun's wealth, fame, and power. If she could become his final woman, she would enjoy endless luxury for the rest of her life.
Yet, this man was like the wind, impossible to grasp.
