Florent was hiding something.Through his conversation – or implicit interrogation – with Henry Bloeu, the designer and owner of Florent's agency, Ryan learned that his little brother-in-law was doing something despicable.With his Unveiled Tongue activated, Ryan could force the person he talked to into telling the truth. There was no lie, but only the truth remained.After learning that bit of information through the old designer, Ryan was confident in his move against Florent. He didn't fight with nothing up his sleeve; he just had to get the proof now.That said, Ryan was currently standing with his back leaning on the wall, the dressing room on his right, and the restroom on his left. Now, he must find some girl who might know or have a one-night stand with Florent. That was the lead he got from Henry.Just like what George Palessino said, luck seemed to be in him.A girl in a white dress walked from the hall and into the res

The following day, Violet stormed her little brother’s apartment.Knock!Knock!Knock!“Open the door, Florent!”She waited for three seconds before she continued with another incessant knock and yelled, “Wake your lazy arse and open the fucking door or I’ll kick it open myself!”A rustling sound was heard from inside.Soon, the door opened, and a bed-haired, tattooed young man stood before her. He only wore pants hanging lowly by his hips. A sleepy expression on his face. “Vi, what are you doing here so early?”“It’s ten already. Wake the fuck up.”Florent sighed and rubbed his face to get the sleepiness away. “What happened that you have to bother me this early in the morning?”Instead of answering, Violet breezed past him and sat herself on the leather couch before the window. From there, she could see the view of Paris and its iconic

A tattooed blond model and talented art student glared at each of his classmates, but the university's dean approached him then. "Florent Crowne," the mightiest and prettiest woman in the room said, "Meet me in my office. Now." However, right then, his phone rang as a notification appeared on his screen. Henry's assistant. A new photoshoot, maybe? Florent took the call. 'Mr. Bloeu wants to see you. He said he'll fire you if you don't come to the office in thirty minutes. Ah, fuck. What do they want now? Glancing once at the pretty woman holding the dean position at this university, Florent decided it wasn't the time to deal with her. He brushed her off, stormed out of the class, and strode into the parking lot. He had to get to his agency office now. While he had to deal with what was posted on the university's web, his work was in the way. If Henry wasn't his boss, he'd disregard him, too. But now, his work was more important than the pretty dean's order. Besides, things didn't

“Are you happy now?”Violet asked that, something he dreamed to hear coming from her mouth. TEETS made this happen, and Ryan couldn’t thank the System enough for it.“Why are you doing this to my family?” Violet said again after Ryan didn’t respond to her the first time.Not that he didn’t want to, but he had a mouthful of beef steak, and he remembered Violet didn’t like it when people talked while eating. It gave her goosebumps, or so she said when they were children.“This isn’t funny, Ryan. Don’t you dare laugh at me.”Ryan looked at her and swallowed. He grinned, “Of course, it is. You told me not to talk while eating, but now you wants me to do that.”Hearing that bit, Violet narrowed her piercing blue eyes and furiously cut her own steak. “I never told you that.”Ryan took her to a dinner in a famous restaurant. He forgot its name, bu

Ryan took a sip of his Macallan, humming happily as the amber liquid did its work. He was far more relaxed than when he first came to this place a few hours ago. If he had spoken to his past self from a few months ago, he’d never have guessed that a private BDSM club was a place he had ever visited.But now, Ryan chuckled while lounging on a leather couch with voluptuous girls in skimpy clothes on either side of him.“Something funny, sir?” One of the girls looked at him, showing her pretty face – the work of a plastic surgeon.He asked for a glass of water. The whiskey was good, but he’d prefer to get his head straight. It was nearing three in the morning, so he needed to be sober soon. “I wonder what Florent will looks like after the four hours stunt with the highest rated dominatrix here.”The other girls chuckled too, knowing full well that Florent Crowne was a regular at this club and known for his harsh beha