Chapter 232-1

Polly’s eyes gleamed with a cold determination as she thought to herself, Geoffrey, you brought this upon yourself. With a swift motion, she took out her phone and sent a message. [The man’s gone. It’s time to act.]

Meanwhile, the woman in the seductive lingerie, humming a little tune, eagerly awaited Geoffrey’s arrival. Since getting involved with him, she had benefited greatly, and she knew well enough who he was.

The Charrington family may be controlled by his son, but Geoffrey was still the father of the CEO of the Charrington Group—a man of power. If she could keep him wrapped around her finger, she’d never have to worry about money again.

As she basked in these thoughts, the doorbell rang.

Her smile stretched wide. ’He’s here already? That was fast...’ Without a second thought, she opened the door.

But instead of Geoffrey, there stood several tall, imposing men.

"Who are you?" she froze, momentarily stunned by their striking looks.

Without answering, the men surged forward, pushing her back into the room and quietly closing the door behind them. Their smiles were anything but friendly.

"You’ll find out soon enough," one of them said as he grabbed her by the wrist and began shoving water into her mouth.

"What do you think you’re doing? My husband will be home soon, do you even know who he is? If you don’t want to die, you better leave now!" The woman shouted, but the men paid her no mind. They weren’t here to hide anything—they wanted Geoffrey to see this.

"Maybe when he arrives, we can all have some fun together. Think about how exciting that’ll be," one of the men chuckled.

"You’re sick..." The woman tried to fight back, but her body soon betrayed her as a wave of heat spread through her. Her vision blurred and her muscles went slack.

A moment ago, she had been spitting out threats, but now she could barely stand.

"So hot, so hot..." she moaned, her body weakly pressing against the men, her previously modest attire now barely clinging to her.

The men exchanged glances and started getting bolder, their hands exploring as they murmured lewd comments.

At that exact moment, Geoffrey pulled up outside and noticed the door slightly ajar. Is this a little surprise for me? he mused, walking toward the door with a devilish grin. But as he laid a hand on the doorknob, he heard the unmistakable sounds coming from inside.

"Wow, that’s amazing, so good..."

"My love, you’re too good, I’m so happy..."

His heart stopped. His face turned ashen, and his hands tightened into fists as he stood frozen at the door. He didn’t need to see more; he already knew what was going on in there.

The anger that had simmered inside him boiled over, and his vision turned red with rage. He could play with women, but he couldn’t tolerate being humiliated like this.

With a roar of fury, he slammed the door open, and the sight before him nearly made him lose control. The woman was there, her face twisted in ecstasy, surrounded by several men, all of them in various states of undress.

One of the men glanced up and grinned at Geoffrey. "Hey, boss. Want to join? This your woman? She’s amazing, seriously. Knows exactly how to please. You must be a lucky guy."

Geoffrey felt his blood boil, his fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms. He stormed toward the men, ripping them away from her, and slapped the woman across the face.