Meeting with Mr. Green（1）

At the dark night bar, Mr. Green had been waiting for her when she arrived.

As soon as Jane appeared in front of him, he felt a surge of excitement.

Jane was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his circle. She was in the music industry and naturally exuded a sense of artistic elegance, with her perfectly formed features and pearly white teeth making her all the more stunning.

He rubbed his hands with excitement, feeling fortunate to be in her company.

Jane stood before Mr. Green, tall and graceful, and in the dim light, she gave him a seductive smile before sitting elegantly on the couch. Mr. Green immediately pushed the drinks he had ordered towards her and said, "Let's get drunk tonight."

She shook her head gently, as if to refuse, and moved closer to Mr. Green, whispering in his ear, "I get drunk easily, and if I get too drunk, I won't be able to appreciate Mr. Green's passion later. Do you want me to be like a dead fish?"

Her coquettish tone made Mr. Green weak in the knees.

Mr. Green immediately took back the drinks and began to drink alone, while she ordered a juice to keep him company. When Mr. Green had drunk enough, he impatiently took her hand and said, "Let's go to the hotel."

In the shadow, a trace of coldness and disgust flickered across Jane's face. "There's a five-star hotel across the street, which is closer and saves time."

Her words made Mr. Green feel that she was just as eager as he was.

He happily pinched her fair and tender face, "Seriously, you have a great temperament, just like a fairy in the painting, with a beautiful face that doesn't reveal any hint of desire. I never expected that the purer a woman is, the hotter she is."

Jane endured the nausea and walked into the hotel with her high heels, heading straight for the room Mr. Green had booked with his ID. Without delay, they got into the elevator.

Inside the elevator, Mr. Green was eager to kiss her, but she pushed him away and pointed to the camera on the ceiling with a smile, "I'm being mocked all over the internet now. If people see you with me, it will only bring you trouble. Let's wait until we get to the room."

Mr. Green thought what she said made sense and immediately behaved himself.

Once in the room, Jane lay down on the big bed and her exposed legs swayed gently, like two seductive hooks. Mr. Green was about to pounce on her when she turned and pointed towards the bathroom, "Please go take a shower, Mr. Green."

Mr. Green stood by the bed and pulled her towards him, "Let's shower together."

She threw a coquettish glance at Mr. Green, "I already showered at home."

Mr. Green was itching with desire and quickly went to take a shower.

However, when he came out, all the lights in the room were off, and it was pitch black, he couldn't see his hand in front of his face.

"Baby, what are you up to?" he groped his way to the bed but didn't find her.

"I don't like doing it with the lights on. Mr. Green, are you willing to do it in the dark?"

"Sure, it's even more exciting. Where are you, baby? Come here." Mr. Green searched the room in a frenzy until he finally found the beauty near the window. The beauty giggled as he kissed and nibbled on her, and soon she was breathing heavily.

Mr. Green was so immersed in the moment that he didn't notice when the wall lamp in the room turned on.

After it was all over, Mr. Green was exhausted and, with the added effect of alcohol, he collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

Everything went smoothly.

Jane calmly finished her work and quietly left the hotel room to go home.

Unfortunately, in the hallway, she unexpectedly ran into Sarah Ford.

Sarah Ford was accompanied by Alice Garcia's agent Lisa, both dressed in fancy clothing as if they had just finished a shoot and were taking a break at the hotel.

Neither of them expected to run into Jane so late at the hotel.

The matter of substitution was already a done deal, and Jane was now a pariah, universally despised. According to common sense, she should have become a shrinking violet and hidden herself at home, never to venture out again.