Chapter 5

• Isabella gazed at the man before her.
• Behind him hung a luxurious crystal chandelier, casting his blue eyes in a chilly light.
• "Andrew, what are you doing here?" she breathed a sigh of relief.
• But soon she cleared, Andrew was idle, spending his days idly.
• Yet, he always dressed in expensive clothes. At this moment, he appeared in the nightclub, his body emanating the scent of cologne.
• What's the quickest way to make money without working hard? Isabella instantly had an answer.
• Oops! Turns out, he was a gigolo at the nightclub!
• With this answer in mind, Isabella looked at the man with eyes full of sympathy.
• He released her, his tall frame leaning casually against the wall. His expression was almost indifferent as he retrieved a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
• "This isn't the place for someone like you. I'll escort you out."
• "I'm not leaving. I'm here to find someone," Isabella insisted.
• "Who are you looking for?" he inquired.
• Thinking that Andrew, despite being a low-level thug, might have valuable information, Isabella replied, "Connor Martin. Do you know him?"
• "I've heard he's got a rather unsavory reputation. Why do you need to find him?" Andrew asked.
• "I need his assistance," Isabella replied.
• Andrew chuckled, his gaze assessing her.
• He flicked some ash from his fingertips, his tone indifferent. "Connor Martin has a weakness for women. Those who seek his help usually end up paying a price. Have you considered the consequences?"
• She shot him an exasperated glare, but he pretended not to notice.
• In response, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small pinhole camera. "He's involved in some shady dealings here. Probably doesn't want his wife finding out. With some evidence, I'm not afraid he won't help me."
• Andrew listened attentively, maintaining his nonchalant expression. He casually flicked his cigarette ash with two fingers and said,
• "The room upstairs, third one on the left."
• Isabella soon stood in front of the door with a thin steel wire in her hand, fiddling for a moment before the door clicked open.
• Inside, a man's suit hung on a hanger, and the remnants of a half-used pack of condoms and a woman's stockings lay scattered on the memory foam mattress.
• Fortunately, there was no one in the room.
• Isabella carefully adjusted the pinhole camera and walked around the room, searching for the best camera angle.
• She noticed a potted plant on the TV cabinet across from the bed, with discarded condom wrappers scattered underneath.
• Isabella approached and picked up one of the unopened condoms, intending to hide the pinhole camera inside the plant. Suddenly, urgent footsteps sounded outside the door.
• Without time to think, Isabella grabbed the condom and hastily ducked into the nearby walk-in closet.
• The closet was pitch black. Outside, a drunken and greasy man embraced a scantily clad woman as they entered the room.
• Their footsteps were erratic. Through the crack in the closet, Isabella could see Connor Martin dragging a barely conscious woman.
• The woman's face was turned towards Isabella, who could clearly see the abnormal flush on her face. Connor Martin's mouth constantly leaned towards the woman's face, his hands shamelessly wandering over her chest.
• The woman had lost consciousness but still weakly resisted, clearly an innocent victim who had been drugged.
• Isabella hesitated inwardly, her heart torn between wanting to help the injured woman outside and knowing she was no match for Connor Martin. Ultimately, she aimed the pinhole camera outside.
• Connor Martin roughly threw the woman onto the bed, impatiently undoing the buttons of his shirt and quickly stripping off his clothes. Then, like a savage, he pounced on the woman.
• From Isabella's perspective, she could clearly see the man's oily lips viciously kissing the semi-conscious woman. Isabella felt a wave of disgust, thinking that a repulsive man like Connor Martin belonged in hell.
• Soon, Connor Martin got up from the bed, intending to grab a condom from the TV cabinet. However, upon turning around, he noticed that the last remaining condom was missing.
• Isabella looked at the condom in her hand, hoping he wouldn't become suspicious.
• Luckily, Connor Martin didn't react, simply tossing the empty wrapper onto the floor and cursing under his breath.
• The disgusting man headed straight for the bed, no longer hesitating, and began tearing the woman's clothes apart.
• Hearing the crisp sound of fabric being torn, Isabella covered her ears. "Isabella, this isn't your business, this isn't your business, stay calm."
• When she looked up again, both figures on the bed were naked.
• Connor Martin was supporting his disgusting genitals as he approached the woman's body. She attempted to resist, but as soon as she tried to get up, Connor Martin pulled her back by her hair.
• "No!" The woman's voice echoed in agony.
• Her eyes, reddened and shimmering with tears of despair, met Isabella's gaze for a fleeting moment. Isabella could no longer restrain herself.
• "Bang!"
• Isabella concealed the pinhole camera and retrieved the pepper spray from her pocket, forcefully kicking open the closet door.
• Seeing Isabella emerge from the closet, Connor Martin paused in surprise. Quickly, he was drawn to Isabella's beauty.
• "The manager knows me well, sneaking another one in for me," he leered.
• Rubbing his hands together, he approached Isabella. Her gaze remained fixed on his face, afraid to accidentally catch sight of his disgusting genitals.
• "It's a great day today, it is been a while since I've had a threesome," Connor Martin chuckled lasciviously.
• Isabella frantically signaled to the weak woman on the bed, who gratefully glanced at Isabella before quickly wrapping herself in clothing and fleeing the room.
• Connor Martin quickly noticed her departure and moved to pursue her.
• Isabella grabbed his arm, forcing a smile despite her revulsion. "Master, isn't having me enough for you?"
• This move indeed worked. Connor Martin paid no heed to the fleeing woman as the sound of the door opening behind him signaled her escape. Isabella breathed a sigh of relief.
• "What a charming girl, playing hide and seek with me in the closet. I like it."
• Connor Martin lunged at her like a hungry wolf.
• Isabella remained composed, her hand reaching behind her to the button of the pepper spray, ready to give this disgusting man a fiery blow.
• However, before she could react, another loud door opening sound came from behind her. She thought it was the woman returning to rescue her again.
• But as she looked up, she was caught off guard by a pair of azure blue eyes. She saw his tall figure standing at the doorway, like godsend.
• His icy eyes silently bore into her, devoid of any emotion.
• "Get out!" he said softly, his tone not open to refusal.
• It was then that Isabella realized he was addressing her.
• "Hey, who are you?" came Connor Martin's annoyed voice, but soon he seemed to understand something.
• "Oh, you're also sent by the manager, right? He's afraid two women won't be enough, so he sent me another man."
• Connor Martin exaggeratedly touched his chin with his hand, scrutinizing the man's body up and down. "Such physique, such looks, top-notch!"
• "Tender flesh, I like it!" Connor Martin walked towards Andrew.
• "Get out," Andrew's voice came again. Without hesitation, Isabella walked towards the door, not looking back.
• As she passed by Andrew, she boldly handed him the condom.
• "Take care of yourself."