Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
Chapter 3

The aphrodisiac was so strong that the two of them made passionate love all night all over the suite, traversed from the floor to the sofa, from the bed to the balcony…

Pleasured moans and erotic gasps filled the room until the two finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

Lindsey didn’t know how long she had slept.

Peeling her eyes open, she immediately winced as she tried to sit up in bed.

Her body was so sore from last night, covered in scandalous hickeys.

Just then, she noticed the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

Her eyes lit up.

The man she had spent the night with was in the shower!

Fearing that he’d ask her to take responsibility for last night, she hurried to get dressed and then scrawled a note to thank him for helping her.

Then, she placed the remaining spare change and jewelry on the bedside table as a token of gratitude, right next to the note.

Without a moment to lose, she slipped out the door and ran away from the hotel as fast as she could.

By the time Domenic emerged from the bathroom, she was long gone.

He scanned the room, but it was the bloodstains on the bed sheet that caught his attention.

Seeing this, Domenic frowned slightly.

Then he shifted his gaze to the things she had left on the bedside table, and let out a chuckle.

He was the heir to the Walsh family, the CEO of the Vitality Group, and the hidden mastermind who held the economic reins of the city.

How could that woman simply depart after using him for a night, leaving behind only a meager reward of less than five hundred dollars and a note?

Dealing with him was not that simple!

Ten minutes later, Domenic was standing straight with one hand in his pocket, the other holding a lit cigarette.

He took a long drag and expelled the smoke slowly, eyeing the man bowing in front of him.

The young man, who was tied up, fell to his knees and sobbed, “I’m so sorry, Domenic.

I did this for your own good.

You’re already twenty-eight years old, yet you’ve never had a girlfriend-you’ve never even flirted with a woman! I was getting worried about you, so… so I took it upon myself to help you out!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Domenic glanced at the bloodstains on the bed sheet and asked coldly, “What’s the name of that woman?”

“What?” The young man, Emilio Howard, showed a look of confusion.

“What woman?”

Domenic had never so much as glanced at a woman in the past twenty years, which was why Emilio concluded that he played for the other team.

Emilio did send someone here last night, but it wasn’t a woman-he had sent a man!

So, what woman was he talking about? Emilio’s eyes widened in shock.

“Domenic, I…”

Before he could get another word out, Domenic cut him off abruptly with a swift kick to his shoulder.

“Check all the surveillance videos of last night,” Domenic barked.