"Hey, let go of me..." "Howard Geoffrey!!!" She shouted his full name in anger. "Mhm." He responded in a calm and pleasant tone, not taking her anger seriously. In Howard’s room, the two of them were tangled together on the large bed. Just like the night before, Becca’s struggles proved futile in the end... A man who had been holding back for four years was really hard to handle! Just as Howard was about to unbutton Becca’s shirt, he suddenly sensed a faint light behind him... He pulled the quilt over their disheveled bodies and turned towards the corner of the ceiling where the surveillance light flickered. Picking up a metal ornament from the room, he smashed it without hesitation... The round surveillance camera shattered, instantly plunging the viewer on the other side into darkness. Becca paid no mind to what Howard was doing. She had already sprung to the door, but when she tried to open it, she found herself trapped. Howard’s body was blocking her way, and in that same second, he scooped her up again. Various sounds of intense resistance and suppression emanated from the bed. Soon after, the young man’s and woman’s clothes lay scattered on the floor, and the sounds from the bed turned into heavy panting... Finally, the light in the room went out. The panting continued, now mixed with the creaking of the bed itself... Roger Leonard, wearing a headset, was enjoying the unrestrained scene unfolding in the video... Suddenly, he saw the man in the video walking towards him... While he was still immersed in the captivating scene, a BANG resounded. The video instantly turned into a black screen with static. The loud noise also caused immense pain in his ears, so he yanked off the headset and gritted his teeth, cursing, "Damn it! Miss Quentin is already under you; what else is there for me to see?!" Two minutes later, Roger sent the video he had just watched to a certain "Empress Dowager" figure in New York. Almost instantly, the "Empress Dowager" called, "Roger!" On the phone, Mrs. Geoffrey sounded very excited. "Is this really happening between them right now? Is there more? Why is it so short?" Roger’s ears were still ringing from the loud CRASH when the camera was smashed. He didn’t quite catch what Mrs. Geoffrey said and quickly asked, "What did you say? I can’t hear you very well..." Mrs. Geoffrey repeated herself. Finally understanding, Roger replied with a couple of "Ohs," then said, "Of course, that happened just moments ago. But that’s all the footage there is because your son is too stingy..." Mrs. Geoffrey was delighted. "Roger, you’ve earned a feather in your cap." Roger chuckled mischievously. "Aunt, I think the grandchild you’re hoping for will arrive soon. As far as I know, Dora wasn’t in this room last night, and neither was Becca. Clearly, they were in another room, where the wolf must have already pounced on the little lamb. It’s a pity I didn’t have anyone install surveillance in the other rooms. Who would’ve thought Dora would be so impatient, not even going into his own room?" "Good. I’ll call my son first thing tomorrow morning and tell him to bring Becca back soon." In the middle of the night, in a room unlit save for the faint moonlight filtering through the window, the young couple was having a disagreement. Becca clutched the blanket around herself, lying on her side, turned away. Howard tried to turn her towards him... She struggled free and remained on her side. Howard propped himself up on one elbow. His dark eyes gazed at her glistening eyes, luminous in the darkness, as he called out in a low, hoarse voice, "Becca..." Becca clutched the blanket tighter, her voice strained. "Don’t call me!" Howard then forcefully pulled Becca into his arms... Becca writhed in his embrace. Howard quickly rolled over, pinning her beneath him while simultaneously capturing her restless hands. Howard lowered his head, brushed his lips against hers, and asked, "Do you hate me that much?" Becca turned her face to the side. Howard asked again, "You won’t even look at me?" Becca remained stubbornly still. So Howard began to kiss her neck, his moist, warm breath caressing her skin until she could bear it no longer and turned her head to glare at him. Howard looked at her eyes, which seemed all the more luminous in the darkness, and teased, "And here I thought you were planning to never look me in the eye again for the rest of your life." "What do you think you’re doing?" Becca stared coldly at him, but her eyes were already brimming with tears, and her voice was choked with unshed sobs.