His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 168

James sat in the backseat of the car, while Liam Jones, his assistant, glanced at the rearview mirror. "Mr. Fullerton, are we heading to Ms. Gates' villa tonight?" he asked.

Yvette was originally from Orkford and came from a well-off family. She had become a tour guide out of passion and hadn't returned to her home country for two years since becoming James' lover.

Yvette also happened to be James' most cherished lover when he was in Arcton, and she had accompanied him back to Orkford this time.

James lit a cigarette and lifted his gaze slightly. "No, I want that girl. You know, the one who looks really pure. What was her name again?"

James was a player. Yet, he was undeniably handsome and had eyes that could make women feel as though they were his one and only. He had plenty of lovers back in Arcton, many of whom had eagerly thrown themselves at him even though he had just returned to Orkford.

It didn't help that James was never one to turn away a beautiful face.

He lived his life on the edge, engaging in numerous risky trades where one misstep could mean never seeing the light of day again. His philosophy was hedonistic. He indulged in pleasures and lived for the moment.

He craved intense entertainment and loved to relieve stress by indulging himself in bed.

To James, women were merely tools for him to relieve himself. He could sleep with countless of them and give them whatever they wanted—except love.

He was a man devoid of emotions and a heart. Love was meaningless to him.

A pure-looking girl? Liam thought it over before asking tentatively, "Are you referring to Ms. Susie Graft?"

James took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled a ring of smoke, the white smog curling around him. "I don't think that's what she's called. It was that chick Cayden brought over the night we arrived in Rivertown. She was a tiny thing with long black hair and big eyes. She said she just turned 18."

Liam immediately knew who he was referring to.

Cayden Lindth had arranged a welcome party for them when they landed in Rivertown that night. He'd even selected a few virgins with fantastic looks and figures to curry James' favor. The one James mentioned was one of them.

James let out a snort, and his eyes betrayed his indifference. "I don't feel like going."

"Yes, sir."

Liam said no more and quietly started the car.

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Meanwhile, Yvette had been busy all evening, carefully cooking the steaks to perfection. She had arranged the roses and red wine to her satisfaction before applying full makeup.

The opulently decorated villa was as silent as a grave.

She wore a burgundy silk gown with sexy black stockings as she sat at the dining table, gently swirling a glass of red wine. Her beautiful eyes were filled with eager anticipation and intoxication.