Mukelin Cole and his wife, trembling, were led to the wealthy businessman's bedroom.
A man in a robe sat on the sofa, a cigar dangling from his lips.
He exuded a natural aristocratic aura that, even in silence, made it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze.
A blonde girl sat primly beside him, dressed in a frilly skirt and little leather shoes, looking just like a doll.
Though they couldn't see her face, it was clear she was very young.
The man's arm rested naturally on her shoulder, pulling her into a partial embrace in an incredibly intimate posture.
"Sit."
Mukelin Cole and his wife were seated on the sofa opposite them. Several bodyguards in black flanked the sofa, standing ramrod straight with their hands clasped behind their backs. They were clearly well-trained.
They subconsciously sat up straighter, not daring to make a sound.
