Once he finished writing, Leonel capped his pen.

He looked down and said with dignity, "Call this number in two hours.”

Ryan didn't probe further.

He understood his position was weak compared to the man before him, who was immensely influential. He knew Leonel was a powerful and newly affluent businessman.

Leonel walked away gracefully, without any show of disrespect.

At the door, the manager and a few staff members were waiting. Upon realizing the situation was under control, they let out a sigh of relief.

Once Leonel had gone, they inquired of Ryan, "Did you somehow upset Mr. Douglas?"

Ryan couldn't possibly reveal that he tried to ask Leonel's wife out.

So, he ambiguously responded, “I'm in debt to Mr. Douglas."

The manager was surprised, but wisely chose not to delve further.

Ryan composed himself.

He then spent a considerable time seated on the park bench. Slowly, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the numbers Leonel had scribbled there.

Was Leonel a pervert who enjoyed thrilling and unconventional games?

He felt torn about the situation.

But he also secretly looked forward to it. The prospect of gaining something substantial by striking a deal was enticing. If he could please the couple, his life could transform for the better.

After two hours of indecision, Ryan finally dialed Leonel's number.

With a shaky voice, he greeted, "Mr. Douglas."

Leonel replied coldly with just a hotel name and a room number.

As Ryan ended the call, his fingers and body quivered... He had no desire to compromise his morals, but the lure of Leonel's wealth was almost too strong to resist.

Despite his reservations, Ryan made his way to the location.