"Tyrone, I've been paying close attention to your situation. I'm glad you're fine." Mrs. George sat gracefully on the luxurious sofa, dressed in a high-end gown. A slender lady's cigarette dangled between her fingers with poise and elegance. She took a drag from her cigarette, exhaling a perfect smoke ring into the air.

A handsome male waiter stood behind her, gently kneading her tense shoulders.

"Thanks, you're so kind." Tyrone lounged on the armchair, his back propped against the sofa. He casually crossed his legs and rested his arms on the armrest. "How are you doing recently?"

Mrs. George gave Tyrone a wink and remarked, “We last saw each other a year ago. I missed you so much."

Tyrone remained collected, unfazed by Mrs. George's jest. "I came across a news article about Jason from the Decena Group being your companion on your trips around. With someone like him by your side, I'm sure you had a blast.”

"No matter how good Jason is, he can't hold a candle to you." Mrs. George's tone was full of regret. "Tyrone, why don't you just satisfy me for a while so I don't keep obsessing over you? I'm not greedy.

Just one night will do."

Mrs. George raised a finger, her flaming red lips curved in a provocative smile.

Mrs. George was a widow. She was the daughter of the Hall family and later married into the George family. On the surface, she and Mr. George appeared to respect each other, but in private, they secretly played their own games.

Mrs. George was a bold and cheerful woman. After her husband's death, she chose not to remarry so that she could maintain the relationship between the two families. However, she was even more reckless in private.

Tyrone and Mrs. George met on a stock exchange.

The Blakely Group's Internet division was publicly traded on the stock exchange at that time. As the CEO of the company, Tyrone delivered a short speech on stage during the event.

Mrs. George noticed him then. He was a handsome and striking young man and she was immediately attracted to him.

In comparison to those around him, Tyrone stood significantly taller.

As he greeted the person next to him with a firm handshake, he slightly inclined his body and nodded his head courteously and amiably.

Tyrone stood at the center, drawing the most attention in the group shots.

After snapping the last photo, Mrs. George eagerly made her way over to Tyrone to engage in conversation. She had made sure to get Tyrone's contact information before they left.

That evening, Mrs. George called him. However, the person who picked up the phone was not Tyrone but his secretary. The number he had given Mrs. George was his work number and it was managed by the secretary.

Mrs. George was disappointed but she still invited Tyrone for dinner in the name of cooperation.

While Mrs. George wanted to cooperate with Tyrone, she wanted to sleep with him.