The United States was rather special.
Excluding Alaska and Hawaii, which were not connected to the main country, the United States was separated to its eastern and western parts at the Mississippi River.
The political center of the eastern United States was headed by Washington DC.
While the western financial center was headed by New York.
The formidable Maynard family, a group of Somer descents who were second to none, had a special existence in the east.
Despite clearly being of Somer descent, the family had an exceptional status and authority in the east.
The middle-aged man was born and raised in the United States, so he knew quite a bit about this family.
As to how strong the Maynard family was, it could be seen in their marriage partner.
Wharton was a member of the Welling family.
As a noble family from the era of the British Empire, the Welling family was limitlessly powerful and they had quite an influence over Continental Europe.
‘How could such a thing happen in the marriage union of two formidable characters?
‘How could the second heir to the Maynard family check into a hotel room with another man in front of her own husband?’
The middle-aged man felt immensely regretful. He should have left just now, and he should not have come over to ask. He was screwed now that he had seen such a scandal in Sir Wharton’s family.
In a few seconds of silence, Wharton had already regulated his emotions.
A polite smile reappeared on his face as Wharton apologized to the middle-aged man remorsefully, “My apologies, I have to go up now. If there’s nothing else, please excuse me.”
The middle-aged man looked at Wharton who remained gentlemanly despite being cheated on and felt a chill run up his spine.
‘How deep are this man’s thoughts? He might as well be a sociopath, or how else can he remain so gentlemanly in such a situation?’
Not daring to hold Sir Wharton back, the middle-aged man quickly replied, “Of course, Sir Wharton. We shall continue this conversation on a later date.”
“Then I’ll take my leave. Please excuse me.” Wharton turned and left for the elevator.
Watching Wharton leave, the middle-aged man’s lips twitched slightly. He held a moment of silence for the man who dared touch Wharton’s wife before turning and leaving without looking back at all.
At the same time, on the 36th floor of the Four Seasons Hotel, in the Deluxe Presidential Suite.
Celine stood on the floor on her tiptoes with her arms around Jasper’s neck. Her head was tilted up to meet Jasper who was looking down at her. The tips of their noses touched and they could both feel the searing heat of each other’s exhales mixed with the scent of alcohol.
Celine suddenly let Jasper go and took two steps back. She pulled out a pair of red high heels that Jasper could not be more familiar with. Then, before Jasper’s eyes, she bent down and squatted to change into those heels.
A crude man would believe that a woman looked most beautiful when she took her clothes off, while a man with taste would tell you that a woman looked best when she was putting clothes on.
Yet when it came to a man like Jasper who was with a beauty like Celine, every frown and smile from her was the best view he had set his eyes on.
Despite how she was merely changing into a pair of shoes, her demeanor was elegant and poised. A mischievous lock of hair hung beside her ear when she looked down. Celine lifted her hand to tuck the lock behind her ear, and that act alone was filled with the essence of a woman’s beauty and charm.
“How do I look?” Celine smiled and asked Jasper after she turned around in place upon changing into her pair of heels—almost as if she wanted to show off her figure to him.
“Stunning.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Celine’s soft words and gaze were laced slightly with anticipation and chiding, but there was also a flash of well-concealed shyness and determination.
Jasper no longer hesitated, marching forward to grab Celine and throw her aggressively onto the bed.
This was a room that cost 20,000 US dollars a night, more than 100,000 Somer Dollars. This was how much it cost in 2001, and all decorations and furniture in the room were of the highest quality.
Celine’s shapely figure was tossed unceremoniously onto the bed, and her body bounced on the extremely springy Simmons mattress before landing on it again. It seemed more like she had landed in a pool of cotton—soft and comfortable.
Jasper looked down at Celine as he hovered himself above with his arms supporting his weight.
From that angle, the slightly flushed and glossy-eyed woman under him looked naturally coquettish. She was akin to the most valuable treasure in the world.
