"Ian, do you love me or Hazel?" "I love you, babe. Of course I love you! That woman doesn't even know how to kiss." "Hehe, Ian, I love you too!" I stared at the cell phone screen for a long time as my hand gripped the phone so hard it creaked. "Ian…" I never thought that on my return from a business trip; I would receive such a video. The man in the video was my boyfriend Ian, the man who had pursued me for three years and swore to be with me for a lifetime. I couldn't help but shake in anger. I grabbed my coat, dragged my suitcase, and hailed a taxi— "Sir, please take me to Emperor Grand Hotel." I looked at the text message on my phone, which said, "Room 8808, Emperor Grand Hotel. Hurry up!" I wanted to see who exactly Ian was with. The car quickly arrived at the Emperor Grand Hotel. After I got out of the car, I received a few more videos on my phone. Just like the previous ones, they showed scenes of a man and woman in lovemaking. I could barely hold back my disgust and almost crushed my phone. There was just one thing on my mind, and that was to get even with this adulterous couple. I rushed into the elevator and quickly found room 8808. I was a bit shaky when I got to the door. My hand was frozen in mid-air, but the second later, seeing another video on my phone, I knocked on the door in anger. "Open the door, you scumbag, open the door for me!" I banged the door violently, but the room seemed incredibly silent. "Open the door, you scumbags. Got the guts to book a room but won’t open the door? Larson…" Before I finished speaking, the door was opened. I pushed the door hard while preparing to slap him. "How could you do this to me? Larson…" My hand froze in mid-air as I stared at the unfamiliar man in front of me in surprise. "Where are they?" As I spoke, I was about to push past the stranger, but my hand was suddenly caught. "You've got some nerve!" The man held my hand tightly with a frightening gaze, as if he wanted to devour me. I couldn't help but shudder while trying to pull my hand out of his grip, but found that I couldn't move at all. I cast my gaze downward while giving the man a head-to-toe once-over. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist, without any clothing covering his upper body at all. His tan skin looked sexy on his perfectly chiseled body. Droplets were falling from the man's hair, showing he had just finished bathing. "Seen enough?" The man spoke gloomily, and I suddenly felt a chill on my back. I swallowed hard while wondering what went wrong. But before having time to ponder over it, the man clasped my neck fiercely while asking, "Who sent you here?" Unable to fight back as he was choking me, I could only glare at him furiously. "What 'who sent me here'? Where are they? Where did those two jerks go?" I hadn't forgotten why I came tonight! "What jerks?" The man furrowed his brows, his dark eyes landing on my face. "Don't try to play tricks on me. Who told you to come?" The man's words had barely left his lips when a "click" sound came from the door and a flurry of flashes followed. My mind went blank as I stared at the man choking me in confusion. "You ..." "Mr. Larson, may I ask what your relationship with this lady is?" "Mr. Larson, rumors say you’re uninterested in women, and you've never had a woman by your side, so this lady is..." "Mr. Larson..." The man's expression worsened by the minute, his hand tightening around my neck. I kept slapping his hand desperately in an attempt to loosen his grip. "Let... let go, you..." "Get out!" The man threw me aside angrily, his expression growing increasingly livid. "Everyone, get out!" "Mr. Larson..." As I was thrown to the floo, my head slammed against the door, causing a buzzing sound in my ears. Something told me this man was dangerous and not to be messed with, but the throbbing pain in my head made me grit my teeth and ask, "Where are they? Don't think I don't know about your secret threesome. I am telling you, cross me, and I'll skin him alive." "What did you say?" The man had a furious look on his face as he marched towards me, hoisted me off the ground, and then forcefully swung the door shut, thereby shutting the reporters out. Only then did I realize the gravity of the situation as I looked up at the man who was merely a meter away. I turned to run away, but the man's long arm reached out and yanked me into the air once again. "Threesome?" After much struggling and realizing the disparity in strength between us, I admitted defeat. I couldn't harm him in the slightest. "I... I got the wrong room and mistook you for another person." On the verge of breaking down in tears, I was certain this man was not the person I sought. "I, I, I came to catch my... my boyfriend. The text message mentioned him being in this room, Mr... Larson, Larson..." "Hunter Larson!" The man introduced himself. Upon hearing his name, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. My legs gave out and I ended up sitting on the floor. "Larson, Mr. Larson!" With narrowed eyes, Hunter looked down at me from above. His cold gaze was imposing, like an emperor looking at his subject. "Mr. Larson?" His voice was bone-chillingly cold as he leaned forward and gripped my chin. "So, you know me?" With a terrified expression, I nodded and then shook my head. "No, I don't, I really don’t. I... I had no idea this was your room, Mr. Larson. I..." I was terrified! Rumor had it that Hunter was ruthless and swiftly got rid of anyone who dared cross him. Even though I was an ordinary person, I had heard about Hunter. In Jacksonville City, everyone knew of Mr. Larson. In Jacksonville City, the Hunter’s words were law, his every utterance a royal decree. When he asked, "Do you know the consequences of crossing me?" I shook my head vehemently and said, "Mr. Larson, I truly didn't mean it." "I'll make sure you know the consequences of crossing me!" Hunter's fingers brushed my cheek, wiping away my tears. "You’re such a crybaby!" I had no clue how I got out of the Emperor Grand Hotel. All I remember was being enveloped in cold when I left, and my phone continuously pinging with incoming videos. With trembling hands, I stared at the phone screen displaying images of a man and woman. The man made love to the woman beneath him passionately. My eyes widened in disbelief as I stared at the woman on the screen, my body quivering uncontrollably. In the video, the woman clung to the man's shoulders while straddling him and stared back at me provocatively. With a roar, I lifted my phone and smashed it onto the ground while screaming in anguish, "Ian Lawrence, Yasmin Leonard! I swear I'll kill you both!"