Thirty minutes later, he was knocking on the suite door. To his surprise, it wasn't Leonel who answered, but an unfamiliar woman. She appeared overweight, and her fashion choices were less than elegant.

She wore a massive diamond ring though, easily eight carats.

With a toothy grin, she appraised Ryan from head to toe.

Seemingly pleased, she invited him in as though she were bestowing a great honor, "Come in."

Ryan stood there, dumbfounded.

The woman sat on the couch and stretched her legs, revealing her black stockings. She nonchalantly pulled out several bundles of hundred-dollar bills and tossed them at Ryan. Eventually, she casually threw what amounted to hundreds of thousands of dollars.

She seemed utterly indifferent to the lavish display. Seeing Ryan's hesitation, she flung more money in his direction.

Over 2 million dollars had now accumulated at his feet.

Ryan hesitated for a moment. Then, with the door still unlocked, he made his way to the woman's side, ready to follow her commands and cater to her preferences.

The woman, who looked like she was close to her fifties, had a strong libido.

She was drawn to Ryan's appearance, but found his physical stamina lacking. So, she brought out some sort of vitality-enhancing pills and fed them to him. The pills were effective; Ryan's face flushed, and his concern for the woman's attractiveness faded.

His eyes became fiery red and he behaved wild and unrestrained.

Meanwhile, in the next suite, Leonel was seated calmly on a sofa, eyes fixed on a screen.

He held a glass of red wine.

He watched with a sneer as the man who had hit on his wife debased himself like an animal for two million dollars.

In his eyes, Ryan was a fallen man.

For someone like him, how could he say no to the exchange of a bit of physical effort for immense fortune?

But such stamina wouldn't last forever.

Leonel knew that even if Ryan did earn by selling his body, the video evidence could coerce him into returning the money.

This revenge seemed flawless to him.