The InterContinental Garden Hotel was the most prestigious garden-style hotel in Los Angeles.
Its Super Convention Hall, based on its top floor, was decorated with extravagant luxury, the richness of which is breathtaking.
Such dazzling opulence made it a top-tier salon exclusive to the use of power elites and magnates.
At 9 pm on August 15, Natalie successfully stole the blue card from Mr. Smith's banquet and replaced it with a fake one made by herself. After getting out of the crowd, she turned into the hallway, meeting up with Tanya, as agreed, in the suite.
She tiptoed into the suite, intending to surprise Jeff, when she unexpectedly heard a low panting voice, "Baby, haven't I already explained it to you? All of this is my dad's idea. As long as we get the green card tonight, I'll dump Natalie, that despicable woman, tomorrow."
"Ah..very good!" A woman responded, and it was Ashley.
Ashley was the only close friend Natalie had made since returning home, who actually knew Jeff before. She had long felt there was something suspicious between she and Jeff, but she never expected they had gone this far behind her back!
She peeked inside through a crack in the door just to find a room filled with scattered clothes and two naked figures intertwined on the bed, engaged in indecent activities. A nauseatingly lewd smell wafted out from the gap.
Disgusted, Natalie covered her mouth, pulled out her cell phone, switched it to video mode, and continued to watch.
A while after the heavy panting and moaning ceased, silence ensued. The man lay on the woman, taking a long moment to recover.
Jeff lit up a cigarette, comfortably releasing curls of smoke while a playful Ashley pounded on his chest with her small fists, "Everything is your dad. Are you a hopeless follower? Would you marry Natalie if your dad told you to?"
Jeff grabbed Ashley's little fists and kissed them, "My sweetheart, Natalie, that wench, she is just pale and flat like a steamroller had rolled her down. Looking at her is like looking at the wall, I can't even get a hard-on. How can she compete with you? If it wasn't for her skilled forgery, I wouldn't even look at her if she shined my shoes!"
Ashley mumbled, half-sweetly, half-annoyed looking like she was still angry.
"As you know, she's so skilled at forgery that her works can even fool the experts. At a time when my dad's company was in some trouble, she just happened to come back. My dad asked me to coax her to do some work for us. Not only did she help us cope with the trouble, but she even made a good deal with Richard's family; soon, we'll be opening a franchise. There's no utilitarian value left in her, it's just a matter of time before I dump her."
Natalie had always been the one to hand over the fake works during transactions. The entire Fisher family really used her painstakingly! She gritted her teeth, wishing to rush over to shred the disgusting couple on the bed but she calmed down and continued listening.
"You have to her handle, I don't think you will be able to dump her!" Ashley playfully rolled her eyes at Jeff.
Being looked down upon by her own man could be as humiliating as impotence is to a man.
Jeff paused before speaking, "You're right, that cunning bitch might cause trouble when the time comes, how about..." he gave a lascivious laugh, "What do you think of this – I'll hire a bunch of men to gang-rape her, then threaten her with the video. Do you think she would still gossip around?"
Ashley chuckled, drawing circles on Jeff's chest with her pretty fingers, “Oh, Jeff, you are really bad!”
"If a man is not bad, a woman won't love him," Jeff rolled over Ashley, and they again ignited their passion, quickly rolling off the bed in their fervor.
Bang...!
A loud noise rent the air as Natalie kicked open the door of the suite's bedroom...