The Wrong Room, The Right Man?

The hotel room echoed with restrained gasps.

"It hurts!"

Isabella Taylor was held tightly in the man's arms. Her whole body trembled as she instinctively tried to pull back.

But a large hand gripped her ankle and yanked her back onto the bed.

"So delicate, yet you dare to do this kind of thing?"

The man pressed down on her, roughly biting her tender shoulder. His large hand moved upward, tearing open her thin, white dress.

The cold air from the AC gave Isabella goosebumps all over. Then, tearing pain shot through her entire body again.

She trembled all over, almost instinctively trying to escape.

"Please... be gentle, it really hurts!"

Her hands pressed against the man's solid chest, tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didn't dare actually push him away.

The man lowered his eyelids. Hearing her kitten-like crying, even though he was extremely uncomfortable, he slowed down a bit.

"Bear with it."

Hearing that cold, hoarse voice, Isabella's tears flowed even harder.

She stopped resisting, sobbing in his arms as he brought her to climax again and again, her consciousness growing hazy.

The choked sobs in her throat gradually turned into moans that embarrassed even herself. She arched her back with his movements, the bedsheet beneath her long soaked with sweat.

"No more... please spare me..."

Her begging only excited him more. With each thrust, her consciousness grew more blurred until she finally passed out from exhaustion.

When she regained consciousness, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

The man's tall figure was reflected on the frosted glass, his V-shaped physique particularly eye-catching.

Isabella came back to her senses in a daze. Looking at the marks on the bedsheet, her feelings were complicated.

She never imagined that selling eggs would be like this.

Her mother had taught her since childhood to be a self-respecting woman... but she really had no other choice.

Just as Isabella was feeling ashamed, the water in the bathroom stopped.

The man walked out wrapped in a towel, wet hair falling across his forehead, looking noble and aloof.

To her surprise, this "client" she had assumed would be an old man was very handsome, with perfect features, looking lazy and handsome, with an enchanting charm somewhere between a mature man and a young man.

His physique was also perfect—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and well-defined abs.

Would such a perfect man really need to pay a woman to buy eggs and have children? Surely plenty of people would willingly sleep with him...

"What's your name?"

A cold voice interrupted her thoughts. The man walked to a chair, pulled it over, and sat down, crossing one leg over the other.

Isabella froze for a moment, her face pale, before timidly giving her name: "Isabella Taylor."

William Brown slowly lifted his eyelids: "How old?"

"I'm twenty." Isabella suddenly remembered that some people have high requirements for eggs, and, afraid he might regret it, quickly added, "I'm an adult. I'm studying at a TOP 3 university in the country. I'm very healthy, there definitely won't be any problems."

After speaking, Isabella hung her head like a quail.

William glanced at her, switched legs, his tone ambiguous.

"A student from a prestigious university, yet you choose to do this kind of business?"

Isabella pressed her lips together without speaking, but her heart felt like it was being wrung.

The bitterness in her heart deepened. If she had a choice, who would she want to sell eggs...

She had lived with her mother, Nora Taylor, since childhood, never knowing who her father was, until at age seven, when Nora remarried.

Her stepfather, Hugo Graves, initially pretended to be honest and kind, but ever since Nora became paralyzed in a factory accident six years ago, he showed his true colors, beating and cursing both Nora and her, even groping her.

This time, Hugo used Nora's life to force her to sell eggs.

Seeing her silence, a flash of coldness crossed William's eyes.

He couldn't stand to see her degrade herself. She could clearly have a better future, yet she was selling her body for a shortcut.

She was probably another college student brainwashed by consumerism, vain, and materialistic.

Yet last night, after drinking too much at a business dinner, he had spent the whole night with such a woman.

He had always been particularly resistant to women, but thinking about last night's scenes, he found himself uncontrollably reminiscing.

Coming back to his senses, he said coldly: "Get up."

She timidly glanced at William, biting her lip, wanting to get up, but feeling embarrassed about being naked.

But she had already slept with him yesterday. If she asked him to turn around now, wouldn't that be too affected?

Suppressing her shyness, she lifted the covers to get her clothes.

But after just two steps, she felt soreness between her legs and stumbled, falling in front of William.

Instinctively, she grabbed William's pant leg, letting out a whimper, but William just looked at her coldly, his eyes completely unmoved.

"Let go."

Hearing that cold voice, Isabella's hand trembled, and she instinctively apologized: "I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to."

She hurriedly let go and got up to get her clothes, feeling both ashamed and scared, her eyes reddening, her voice hoarse.

That hoarse voice made William involuntarily recall the scenes of last night's passion, inexplicably making his mouth feel dry again.

William steadied himself. He glanced at the glaring red stain on the bedsheet and suppressed his irritation: "Did you bring your phone?"

"I did..."

Isabella quickly understood what he meant: "But I won't cause you any trouble..."

William was quite satisfied with her obedience. He casually signed a check for fifty thousand dollars and walked straight out of the room.

Isabella looked at his casual attitude, feeling a wave of shame that left her hands and feet numb.

His attitude made it seem like she was just a prostitute.

But what she did wasn't much different from a prostitute.

With red eyes, she picked up the check. Seeing the amount, she froze.

Before coming, she had agreed on a price of two hundred thousand dollars with that person.

Why was it only this much?

Coming to her senses, she hurriedly put on her clothes, wanting to catch up and ask clearly.

But the short walk from the room to the elevator was difficult. The swelling and pain were too uncomfortable. The fabric rubbing against her vagina hurt so much that her waist and legs felt weak.

By the time she struggled to the elevator, William was long gone.

Just then, her phone suddenly rang. It was the client questioning why she had missed the appointment and saying they already had a better candidate and wanted to cancel the deal.

Isabella finally realized—she had gone to the wrong room last night!

Thinking of Nora in the hospital, Isabella trembled all over.

Nora's surgery required two hundred thousand dollars. Without that money, Nora would die!

What should she do now? If she couldn't come up with the money tonight, Nora would have her medication stopped and be kicked out of the hospital!

Isabella returned to the dormitory arranged by the Brown Group in a daze. After washing away the marks on her body, her phone suddenly rang.

"Isabella, why aren't you here yet! Today we're welcoming the new CEO! If you're late, you definitely won't get hired permanently!"

Isabella suddenly snapped to attention.

She was currently interning in the Brown Group's secretarial department. This was an opportunity she had fought hard for, with good benefits, and provided accommodation and meals.

If she lost this job, she would truly have nowhere to turn!

"I'll be right there!"

Isabella quickly tidied her clothes and rushed to the Brown Group. When she entered, a group of colleagues in the secretarial department was excitedly whispering.

"Mr. Brown is so handsome! You can't tell he's in his thirties at all!"

"Doesn't he have a girlfriend? What if I'm lucky enough to catch his eye..."

"Stop dreaming. Mr. Brown has a fiancée."

Another senior colleague shook her head and lowered her voice: "Besides, I advise you not to get infatuated and try to seduce him... You might lose your life!"

"He's the chairman's youngest son. He has four older brothers and six nephews. He sent half of them to prison. Those who jumped off buildings at Brown Group headquarters recently were all his brothers' trusted subordinates..."

"It's not like no one tried to seduce him before. In the end, they disappeared without a trace. I heard he and his fiancée are childhood sweethearts. His heart only has room for that girl."

The female employees were scared pale.

Isabella just silently walked to her desk, preoccupied.

Just then, there was a commotion outside.

Someone said in a low voice: "Mr. Brown is here!"

The secretaries who had just been chattering quickly lined up in two rows at the door, heads bowed to welcome the new CEO.

The footsteps gradually approached.

A pair of carefully maintained, custom-made black leather shoes appeared before Isabella. She looked up: "Mr. Brown..."

But seeing that face clearly, her greeting caught in her throat.

The man wore a black suit that made him look sharp and imposing, tall and lean. Gold-rimmed glasses sat on his high nose bridge, making him look refined and handsome, yet his eyes were cold and commanding.

More importantly, the new CEO was the man from last night!