The next day, I rode in a Thorn Group car to Jack Thorne's residence.

I couldn't help but marvel at the good life of the wealthy: a massive mansion, endless golf courses, outdoor swimming pools, rose gardens, swan fountains... it was obscene.


The car stopped at the front gate. I got out, and a butler in his forties came forward to greet me.

"Miss, this way please."

"Thank you."


The butler led me into the mansion and up to the second floor.

The room's decor truly matched Jack Thorne: cold gray tones, minimalist geometric style, completely devoid of any warmth.


The butler stopped in front of a silver-gray iron door, stepped back, and politely invited me to enter.

I stood at the door, which opened automatically with a "beep."

Jack Thorne was leaning against his desk, wearing a white shirt and dark blue suit pants. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his sculpted chest.

I couldn't understand how there could be such a perfect man in this world.

I couldn't help but swallow.

He raised an eyebrow, meeting my appraising gaze, "I heard you were looking for me?"

I walked in, and the door automatically closed behind me. Only Jack Thorne and I remained in the room.

As I spoke, I moved closer to Jack Thorne: "I need parameters. I think before you took action, you must have investigated this mole and surely have a list of suspects. I need that list."

I walked right up to Jack Thorne, tilting my head, exposing my shoulder.

Before coming to see Jack Thorne, I had deliberately dressed up: black stockings, a strappy form-fitting dress that showed off my cleavage, and intoxicating perfume.

Faced with my seduction, Jack Thorne remained expressionless, his gaze calmly fixed on my chest, "Why should I give it to you?"

Jack Thorne's gaze felt like a tangible weight, pressing against my skin, triggering a subtle shiver. Far from backing away, he leaned slightly forward, narrowing the already dangerous distance between us.

"Why give it to you?" he repeated, his deep voice tinged with amusement, his warm breath almost brushing my cheek.

I extended my index finger, lightly touching the defined chest muscles visible beneath his open shirt collar, "You need me, don't you?"

He suddenly seized my wrist.

I caught my breath. Almost forgot who was seducing whom.

"To get something from me, you need to pay a price."

Our bodies were almost pressed together, and I could clearly feel the hard muscles of his thighs and his scorching body heat.

I smiled mischievously, sliding my hand under my own skirt.

Jack Thorne's eyes turned cold, his entire body tensing.

I slowly lifted my skirt, secretly retrieving the powder taped to my inner thigh.

Jack Thorne raised an eyebrow slightly, watching my every move with interest.

I smiled triumphantly, "Mr. Thorne—" I said each word in a coquettish voice, "I hope you like—"

Before finishing, I crushed the glass vial and threw the powder at Jack Thorne.

Jack Thorne was startled and stepped back, but before he could speak, his eyes

glazed over.

"Gotcha!" I retreated a step, watching with satisfaction as Jack Thorne staggered and fell to the ground.

Only silence remained in the study.

I excitedly walked up to the unconscious Jack Thorne, nudged him with my foot, "Well, well! Jack Thorne! Look who's in control now!"

With that, I sat on top of Jack Thorne, tore open his clothes, and watched his exposed skin gradually flush red, like a ripe apple.

"Wow~" I bit my lip, excited that my scheme had succeeded, "Now, let me find out what the renowned Mr. Thorne tastes like~~"