Nightfall.
To ensure an idyllic living environment, the manor stood nestled in the serene and picturesque outskirts of the city.
Anticipating the scene unfolding in the backseat, the driver gradually pressed harder on the accelerator.
The sleek black Bentley sliced through the endless night, racing toward Manor.
The surrounding traffic thinned.
The roadside scenery grew increasingly expansive and desolate.
Backseat.
"Mr. Thomas..."
The young model feigned coy resistance, pressing her delicate hands against Thomas's chest, her voice laced with honeyed protest.
"That endorsement deal for your company's latest luxury line..."
"Relax."
Thomas smirked, his expression dripping with nonchalance.
Thomas tightened his grip meaningfully before adding with a sly chuckle,
"Make tonight unforgettable, and the endorsement—hell, everything—could be yours."
His words were smooth, but in truth, they carried no weight at all.
