Inside the presidential suite of the hotel, dim lights cast a soft glow over the room.
Clothes were scattered all over the floor beside the massive three-meter-wide bed.
Sophia's long black hair spread across the white pillow.
Her delicate face looked pale and almost translucent under the dim light.
A man's deep, magnetic voice whispered in her ear, sounding like a cello, but it carried no warmth.
"Don't move."
The next moment, Sophia gasped, and darkness swallowed her whole.
The sound of the man's heavy breathing filled her ears, making everything feel unreal.
Then, his hoarse but cold voice, tinged with anger, rang out.
"How dare you set me up?"
Sophia had no idea how she got off the bed.
But when she heard the man's furious voice behind her, she panicked, grabbed her dress from the floor, and ran out of the room like a madwoman.
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Garcia Family Manor
"Master Garcia, am I beautiful, or is Sophia more beautiful?"
