Chapter 160

Meanwhile, Alexander gripped his phone tightly in the Chesire family living room in Belmont Hills. A murderous aura emanated

from his

entire being.

‘Yorick Schneider! That beast dared to kidnap Amber? He has a death wish!”

“Daddy?”

Olivia held a doll, looking up at Alexander with a puzzled expression. “What happened to Mom? What Range Rover?”

“It's nothing, Olivia. Be a good girl, stay at home with Grandpa and Grandma. Daddy is going out for a while.”

Alexander patted Olivia’s little head without saying anything else. He smiled at the bewildered faces of Patrick and Suzanne,

then swiftly rushed out of the living room.

As the anti-theft door closed, he immediately dialed Maxine’s number. His tone was ice-cold as he said, “About half an hour

ago, Amber was in an Audi A8, and a Range Rover appeared at the same location!”

“Immediately locate the current coordinates of the Range Rover!”

About five minutes later, Maxine returned the call and said, “I got it! Coordinate positioning completed. The current location of the

Range Rover is at the Marigold Grand Hotel in Ol‘ Mare! Our high-altitude reconnaissance satellite cannot capture real-time

images. The vehicle should be parked in the underground parking lot...”

Whoosh!

Alexander did not wait for Maxine to finish and hung up directly.

His figure was like lightning breaking through the air. He rushed quickly out of the building toward the parking lot at the entrance

of the residential area.

Boom!

The bright red Porsche's engine roared as it sped toward Marigold Grand Hotel!

On the other side was the Marigold Grand Hotel, a top—floor presidential suite.

“Miss Chesire, the moment of bliss is worth a fortune. Are you looking forward to it too?”

Yorick sat on the leather sofa in the suite living room with his legs crossed, holding a Cuban cigar. He unabashedly eyed Amber’s

delicate body with a lecherous smile on his face. “Are you going to undress yourself, or should I help you?”

Amber’s lips almost bled from being bitten. Her hands tightly gripped her collar, trembling violently.

“Not doing it yourself, I see? Hehe!”

Yorick chuckled sinisterly twice, waving his hand at the burly bodyguards. His lips curled into a wicked smile. “Same old rules!”

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The bodyguards understood instantly, surging forward to bind Amber's hands and escort her in front of Yorick. Such tasks were

routine for them, having done it countless times before.

One of the bodyguards suddenly reached out, pushing Amber to the ground. He wore a malicious grin. “Mister Yorick, sticking to

the usual games? Hang her up or just strip her naked?”

Yorick licked his lips, his eyes fixed on Amber’s trembling figure. He swallowed hard, desire burning through him.

Beautiful, truly beautiful!

Amber was dressed in a professional female outfit, the slit revealing a section of her slender, snowy-white legs. Tears were

clinging to her eyelashes, a pitiful sight that ignited a fiery passion.

He had no intention of tearing her clothes apart; the allure of playing with her in that professional attire was far more thrilling.

“Toss Miss Chesire onto the bed, I want to savor this slowly!”

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Yorick grew more excited at the thought, his hand massaging his crotch. His saliva nearly dripped at the thought of it. “And all of

you, get out and guard the door. Not even a fly should enter. I’m going to play until dawn, and there will be hefty rewards

tomorrow if you do the job right!”

“Yes, sir!”

The bodyguards smirked, lifting Amber and tossing her onto the luxurious bed. They then left the suite, shutting the door behind

them. Only Yorick and Amber remained in the vast presidential suite.

“Yorick! I warn you, don’t go too far!”

Amber curled up on the bed, hands bound behind her back, struggling desperately. Her voice trembled as she said, “If you want

to acquire the New Chesire Group, we can negotiate! If you recklessly act, Alexander won't spare you, he absolutely won't!”

“Alexander, your so-called husband, that useless guy?”

Yorick sneered disdain in his tone. “Do you think I’m afraid of him? It’s laughable!”

“You should be grateful he’s not here. Otherwise, I would make him kneel and watch me ride on top of you. I'll let him cheer me

on!”

He casually tossed aside his cigar, clearly unable to contain himself. He ripped off his shirt and undid his belt, a sinister smile

spreading across his face.

His eyes looked crazed with passion. He was eager to pounce on Amber and indulge in unrestrained play.

“Don’t come any closer! Yorick, you beast!”

Amber’s face turned completely pale, frantically struggling and crying out, “If you dare touch a hair on my head, Alexander will

make you regret it. Don’t come near me, go away!”

Amber’s face paled, her delicate body trembling. Bound hands rendered her powerless, and she could only weakly wriggle on

the bed. retreating to the corner.

“Go away? Haha! Little beauty, are you that impatient? I'll play with you right now!”

Yorick burst into laughter while kicking off his shoes. He laughed wildly, lunging toward Amber on the bed...