In a western cultured country that adhered to the principle of freedom….

"You, son of a bitch! Crazy bastard!" Ann exclaimed, slamming the empty glass in her hand onto the bar counter.

The bartender glanced at this woman's behavior while making drinks for other customers. He didn't want any unnecessary fuss.

Her face was full of tears. She was a beautiful woman with straight burgundy red hair and bright green eyes.

Hans Graham's handsome face with brown eyes and tawny blonde hair flashed in her mind.

"Bartender, give me more!" cried Ann giving the order. This bar was located in Grand Imperial Hotel, a famous five—star hotel. The alcohol provided was the type of alcohol with the best quality.

Ann drank alcohol, feeling screwed up alone. Her pride as a woman was hurt. She just signed the divorce papers at her husband's request a couple of days ago. Her ex—husband promised to give her enough wealth and money for Ann's life to compensate for the divorce, as long as she promised not to damage her ex—husband's name publicly. Once finished signing, Ann immediately went on vacation to the hotel for a staycation to calm down.

"Damn it! Let's see in the future! I will take revenge!" cried Ann in frustration.

A few weeks ago, Ann caught her husband, Hans Graham, making love with two men at once in a luxurious room in a famous five—star hotel. Ann knew the two men. They were important officials in the company Graham Corporation. The company was indeed holding an annual meeting in the hotel ballroom for a whole week.

Ann came after to surprise her husband, who was always busy and workaholic. So who would have thought that Ann was surprised when she found her husband was hugging naked with two other men?

Busy working? Workaholic? Do you mean this bullshit thing? It was an ugly truth for Ann since she found out that her husband was doing a threesome with men! MEN! TWO MEN!!!

Her husband didn't feel guilty at all when he saw Ann caught them. Instead, there was a look of relief on his face. Maybe he was tired of hiding this fact from Ann.

"Hi, Ann. Would you like to watch or join us in fucking each other?" asked Hans Graham nonchalantly. He remained to lie on the bed, stroking his partner's buttocks passionately. At the same time, the other man was busy sucking Hans' mighty joystick like a lollipop.

"Aaah… that's good… more…" sighed Hans Graham with pleasure as the man holding his joystick fiddled with his wet tongue under there.

"Mmm… argh…"

Ann's chest heaved up and down in anger. Never had she felt humiliated like this. Hans had never touched her with the passion that Ann saw now. Now she knew the reason.

"All of you bastards!" Ann shouted angrily, then left, slamming the hotel room door, crying heartbroken.

Ann knew her husband's lover. One was the Chief Marketing Officer of Graham Corporation, Teddy Lee. The man did have the status of a handsome bachelor who was popular and womanizer. Teddy's curly hair was golden blonde, and his eyes were amber. He was responsible for ensuring the marketing strategy of Graham Corporation's products to succeed in the market.

The other man was the Chief Finance Officer of Graham Corporation, Franz Smith. The handsome man with glasses who looked quiet and calm was admired by women in the company and business partners. Franz's hair was reddish—blonde, and his eyes were amber. This man was the person Hans trusted to manage the company's finances effectively and efficiently. Therefore, he was known as a handsome man that women dream of.

Ann Graham became Ann Davis in a matter of days. As soon as lawyers completed the paperwork for her divorce, she was no longer part of the Graham family. Ann sighed and downed the alcohol in her glass in one gulp. No wonder her married life was frigid and short. Her bed life wasn't fun at all. At that moment, she knew why. Why had she been so stupid all this time?

So far, Hans Graham had only needed Ann as a companion at formal business events to carry out his wife's role. But, unfortunately, Hans Graham, Chief Executive Officer, aka CEO of Graham Corporation, never loved her one bit. So Ann was crying alone while continuing to put alcohol in her mouth.

"Madam, you'd better stop drinking. You look drunk already," the bartender said sympathetically.

"No, I'm not drunk yet. I'm just heartbroken," Ann replied as she continued to cry.

"Okay, don't throw up here. If you need help, please call me," the bartender warned.

"You're so talkative," Ann grumbled in annoyance. She took out her debit card to pay the bill.

Ann got out of her chair and went to the toilet to fix her make up. At that time, her makeup must have been messy and faded from the tears. Ann intended to clean her face so she wouldn't look pathetic and ghost—like. Her pride had been hurt because the attractiveness of men had eclipsed her attractiveness as a woman. But, on the other hand, Ann didn't want her face to look like an ugly woman either. At least, Ann tried to look attractive.

After successfully stopping her crying and cleaning her makeup in the toilet, Ann came out and intended to go back to her room. But, unfortunately, it was already past midnight.

In the corridor, a man and a woman were seen fighting.

"I told you not to follow me, Merry," complained the man in his neat work clothes. He wore a black blazer and shirt inside.

"I want to make a surprise for you, dear," said Merry, a woman wearing a red dress with a low slit and a miniskirt, hugging the man's waist. Merry's reddish—blonde hair was wavy, and her amber—colored eyes looked seductive.

"Stop it! I don't like you! Stop following me!" said the man, releasing Merry's arms from his waist.

"Why? Do you have another woman?" asked Merry urgently.

"Listen, Merry. I don't have any feelings for you. We're not lovers either. Stop clinging on me. I don't want to be rude to you," the man pleaded.

The woman named Merry ignored the man's request.

"If you don't have other women, then there's no problem," said Merry insistently.

"Merry, please…" said the man in frustration.

Suddenly from behind, Ann came and took the man's hand.

"Sorry, dear. I think I've been on the toilet too long. Come on, let's go," Ann said as she took the man's arm.

The man gaped at him at a loss for words. He looked at Ann confusedly.

"Hey, who are you?" snapped Merry jealously.

Ann glanced at Merry.

"Honey, is this woman your mistress? You know I'm a jealous woman, right?" Ann asked, glancing at Ann.

"No. Merry is only the daughter of one of my business partners. She is nothing to me," the man replied.

"What?" Merry exclaimed in surprise.

Ann squeezed the man's arm, signaling him to remain calm.

"Good. Then let's go now," Ann said as she grabbed the man's arm and hurried towards the elevator. The man obediently walked with wide strides.

"Hey, wait!" shouted Merry, hastily following them.

"What are you doing?" the man whispered to Ann.

"Helping you to save your life," said Ann curtly.

"Where are we going?" the man asked.

"Hotel room," Ann answered as she jumped into the elevator and closed the elevator door right in Merry's face.

Ann detached herself from the man, then tapped the room card and pressed the button for the floor she was going to. She took a few steps away from the man.

"Who are you?" the man asked, relieved to be free from Merry's pursuit finally. However, he glanced at Ann curiously. However, this woman seemed very indifferent and uninterested in him. This woman's attitude actually made him curious and provoked his desire to conquer her in bed. Did this woman recognize him?

"I'm just a stranger who happens to pass by. You can exit the elevator on my floor and wait a few minutes to outwit the woman. After that, you can go down via the elevator at the other end," said Ann flatly. She didn't look at the man's face at all and stared blankly at the elevator doors.

"Thanks for your help," said the man. He was sure now that this woman didn't recognize him.

Ann smiled with a glance. The man was very handsome. His jawline looked firm. His pair of blue eyes were so alluring. His dark, hickory brown hair cut short looks stylish. He had a pointed nose. His chest was broad and strong, while his stomach was perfectly muscular. His legs were long, and his buttocks were so attractive to look at. His scent was so seductive, arousing sexual desire. Gosh, it must be so nice to see his naked body. Ann's imagination ran wild, imagining this man's body. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes.

"Stop it, Ann! Be mindful and hold on yourself," Ann scolded herself quietly.

Ann bit her lip, trying to contain her excitement. No, she couldn't look pathetic. She was a woman who was terrible at choosing men. Who knew if this man preferred the same sex over women? Ann didn't want to trap herself in an embarrassing situation.

With a bit of a stagger, Ann got out of the elevator and walked down the corridor.

"Hey, are you all right?" the man asked a little worriedly.

"Calm down. I'm fine," Ann mumbled incoherently.

Her head felt dizzy and her stomach queasy. Then, with trembling hands, she stuck the room card to her bedroom door.

Click!

Ann's door was unlocked. She pushed the door wide open.

Her vision was blurry, and her nausea was getting worse. Her head was throbbing, and it hurt so bad. Suddenly, her body swayed.

"Hey, be careful!" cried the man anxiously.

Ann could no longer hear the man's cry. Ann's body slumped limply. Her body almost hit the floor.

However, just before her body hit the floor with a bang, a long and stout arm embraced her body. The scent of the arm was fragrant and masculine. So lovely on Ann's nose. Then, within minutes Ann lost consciousness.