The black market of B Country. It was in the middle of the night. Pitch darkness fell upon the earth.

A live show was playing on the screen in one luxurious bedroom.

On the giant screen, James Moore was on top of a woman whose ample breasts were out of shape because of the caressing. Her two nipples were dewy like flowers before dawn.

The activity between their private parts was blown up multiple times.

The scenes were magnified in front of Jessica over and over again.

Her eyes were wide open because of shock and horror. The rosy lips were slightly open in a thrill.

"No! It's not this!"

Jessica shook her head in desperation. She came to B Country for James. But the moment she left the plane, she had her hands bound and eyes covered with a black eye patch. She was then taken here.

After the patch was removed, she saw what she saw.

On the screen, the man with an identical look as James was amorous with arrogant laughter. Jessica also heard his lower breath when the climax came.

Jessica told herself he was not James. After the man on the screen was done with his business, he left without hesitation. Naked, he drew some tissues and wiped himself clean.

Afterward, the woman who was shoved by James, seeming to enjoy what he left on her, didn't clean herself. She got up from the floor and helped James put on a black nightgown.

"Miss Clifford, it's been a long time. How are you?"

Jessica's body shivered at the voice. It was James's!

"James, you're disgusting!"

Jessica failed to capture what was going on now. She still took herself as the condescending daughter of the mighty Clifford family. Her tight chin didn't change. When she spoke, she lifted her head with an angle of 45 degrees.

"Men are all disgusting," James smirked. He wasn't the same proud and distant man in Jessica's memory. It was a sensuous feeling that Jessica was strange too. James opened his lighter, and fire came up. He smoked fiercely.

"Miss Clifford, you have so many boyfriends. Are they all virgins?"

Jessica was speechless. She didn't mind it. But it still disgusted her when she saw James doing it with other women.

Jessica regretted the trip immediately.

James was ordered to pick her grandfather up by Andrew. Jessica got bored in the Clifford Mansion. So she sneaked out to find him.

She didn't expect to see him under such a scenario again.

Jessica had her hands and feet bound. Kneeling and sitting on the crimson red lamb carpet, Jessica pouted and turned unhappy.

"Where is my grandfather? I order you to take me to him before escorting us back."

James spits a cigarette ring in Jessica's direction.

"I'm afraid you'll be down."

"What do you mean?"

"Your grandfather was in another world now. He couldn't leave with you."

"Another world?" Jessica's eyes were more widely open. She started struggling with her bound arms.

"James, what do you mean? What have you done with my grandfather?"

Jessica couldn't believe that something terrible happened to her grandfather. Nor could she behave with the joy she saw on James's face when he mentioned it.

"What have you done? Let go of me if you're a man!" The more Jessica thought over, the more frightened she became. It was the first time she traveled on her own in her twenty years of life. She felt James was the same man who listened to whatever she said and even indulged her.

But the man Jessica saw was like a stranger. He was no longer an elegant and proud man Jessica knew of. Instead, he was a ruthless man who was capable of murder.

What happened to him?

On the screen, the woman put on a transparent white silk nightgown. She held two glasses of wine. Her round bottom was twisted. The wine was slightly swung as she walked.

"James, I want you to be with me. You're too focused on the video."

Then she sat down on James's tight thighs. Her entire body almost blocked the camera.

James didn't mind. He lifted her chin up flirtatiously as if no one was watching.

"Someone suspected I'm not a man. Tell her what I just left inside your body."

"You're a naughty beast." The woman said naughtily. Then she bit James's ears.

"Don't take the medication, okay? I want to have your baby."

The second the woman finished talking. James grabbed her arms and swung her to the screen. It cracked immediately with bloodstains.

The screen went out after blinking.

When Jessica was brought to the bedroom, she saw the woman, covered in blood, knelt down at James's feet. She kissed his shoes in order to be forgiven.

Jessica's face went pale because of all the shocking facts. Now it was just numb. She was thrown on the floor casually by the security, with less than three meters than the sofa James sat.

The room was full of sensual smell because of what just happened.

Jessica frowned and looked around. As the first-born girl of Clifford, she was raised like a princess growing up. What she wore, used, and ate were undoubtedly the best. So she developed a wonderful taste. But she was in awe of what she was at the moment: the glorious bedroom with authentic paintings and decorations.

No matter how wealthy the Clifford family was, as a bodyguard, one who was most trusted, James was never paid enough to live here.

Who was he?

Jessica raised the level of alertness to the height it never reached before. She kicked her bound legs on the expensive floors and moved back like half a meter with her bottom.

Jessica tried to run.

But her whole attention was on running and ignored James standing in front of her.

"Miss Clifford, you came all the way to pick up where we left, didn't you? What are you running for now?"

Jessica shook her head as hard as she could. She came to look for James in the past, not the man in front of her.

"Shaking your head? Which one do you deny?"

"James, I was good to you. Please let me go." Jessica was a bit frightened. She was in a foreign land on her own with a man that she no longer recognized.

"Let you go?" James gave Jessica a horrible smile. He took off the belt to his robe. Jessica immediately saw what was under it.

The smell was unspeakably strong. James didn't take a shower. Another woman's smell was still present.

James grabbed Jessica's hair ruthlessly and said, without mercy.

"Lick it clean."

Avery stretched herself with languor and looked outside from the tiny window. The dark sky was dotted with a faint start. Looking underneath, Avery saw nylon lights of various colors. The country looked more thriving because of it.

This was B Country. It was one of the ten smallest countries in the world, yet the richest. It was known as the blue harbor. The color was beautifully striking. The world knew it as the land where angels kissed.

Avery felt a slight sting on her fingertip. Turning around, she saw Evan put her fingers around his teeth and tenderly bit.

"Is the sight more beautiful than me?"

Evan was jealous that Avery chose the sight over him when she woke up.

"Are you reduced to being jealous of the sight?" It was fine that he was jealous of her attention to Lucky. On the plane, he moved to the sight.

Avery smiled. She leaned over and kissed Evan on his mouth corner. Evan went through her hair to hold her hand before kissing deeply. It went on until the plane landed.

Avery renewed her knowledge of kissing when she was kissed until the plane landed. But after she left the plane, what she saw shocked her deeply again.