Chapter 1 Chapter 1 The Man Kidnapped

"Yvonne! Are you crazy?"

Thomas stared at the woman riding on him in disbelief, and his eyes were filled with coldness.

Yvonne glanced at his limbs, which were tied up with a tie, and swirled the wine glass with a flirtatious look in her eyes. "Today is our third anniversary of marriage..."

"So, you hired someone to kidnap me?!" Thomas's eyes were burning with anger. He couldn't believe that he had been drugged, kidnapped, and raped.

He was going to pick someone up at the airport, but on the way, he suddenly felt sleepy.

Then, he woke up here.

He wondered in his mind, "Where is Ned Lious?

"Are the fucking drivers and bodyguards dead? How dare they allow a woman to do whatever she wants?"

Yvonne slowly and seductively twisted the buttons on his shirt. "Don't worry, Mr. Johnson. I'll take care of Miss Denise Morgan for the time being. Now, do your best. If I'm satisfied, I'll let her see the sun in advance..."

"Mrs. Johnson, are you so dissatisfied?"

Thomas's face turned red, but he quickly calmed down. He was lying below her, but he was looking at her like a king.

Yvonne brushed against him. Her fingertips swept across his sturdy chest, his neck rising and falling slightly, and finally stopped on his lips. She said sincerely, "You look so beautiful even when you're angry. You're really awsome..."

His fair skin, thick black eyebrows, high nose, and beautiful lips were all pleasing to the eye.

Especially his damnable and supreme artistic temperament was simply challenging her desire to conquer him!

She had put in so much effort to marry him and worked hard as Mrs. Johnson for three years just for this.

The room was dimly lit, and a character interview program was playing on TV. The protagonist... was Thomas.

The intellectual and sexy hostess said sharply, "Mr. Johnson, since you took office, the profit of the Johnson Group has tripled. You are recognized as the youngest and most capable CEO in the business world. It's a pity that you got married at such a young age. Many female fans of you feel so disappointed and sad... Mr. Johnson, do you have any regrets?"

"The word 'regret' doesn't exist in my dictionary," Thomas replied without raising his eyes.

The beautiful hostess's face stiffened, but she quickly continued, "I heard that the Johnson Group has always maintained a competitive system of survival of the fittest. If you regard your wife as a position, how many points are you going to give her?"

"... 100 points."

Thomas's answer was decisive and straightforward. He didn't say more words, nor did he show any expression. His temperament was elegant, noble, and ascetic. He was perfect as if he was a hormones reaper who had been carved by God and sent down to the mortal world to let women experience hardships.

The hostess couldn't answer for a moment.

Yvonne smiled and hooked his chin with her red fingernail. "Are you really going to give me 100 points?"

Thomas pursed his lips and didn't say anything. His breathing was heavy, and he didn't look as gentle and ascetic as he was on TV at all. His scarlet eyes were gradually dyed with the ferocity of an animal.

"I'm warning you!" Thomas stared at Yvonne's smooth side face in the dark, and the veins on his neck bulged. "Let me go, or you'll regret it!"

In terms of appearance, family background, and talent, Yvonne was the best candidate for Mrs. Johnson. Otherwise, he would not have accepted this marriage arrangement three years ago.

As Mrs. Johnson, Yvonne was never emotional and was on standby 24 hours a day. She never made mistakes and never interfered with his life. Even someone as harsh as Thomas couldn't find a reason to deduct her points.

However, looking at the woman riding on his waist now, he felt that he had to reevaluate her.

"Do you want to know how many points I'll give you, Mr. Johnson?" As Yvonne spoke, she flipped her wrist and the silk nightgown slowly slid down from her shoulder.

Her thick black hair spread out, setting off her snow-white skin. The dim light flowed on her curvy body, giving off a charming smell.

The eyes of Thomas darkened, and the beast in his body was about to break out of the cage.