Chapter 294 Car Sexing Scene
Elizabeth smirked, "No wonder he's the club's star attraction."
A slightly irritated voice crackled through her earpiece, "Elizabeth, quit checking out other guys."
Elizabeth ignored the comment, her eyes still fixed on the scene. She had no patience for his jealousy right now.
Jennifer was short and a bit chubby, with big, wavy curls framing her face. No amount of makeup could hide the wrinkles and lines etched into her skin.
She clung to the man's waist, practically hanging off him. She looked up at him, saying something with eyes full of desire.
The man smiled back at her.
They walked, kissing passionately as they moved.
The man's hands roamed all over Jennifer's body.
Jennifer seemed to enjoy it immensely, even impatiently, as she reached for the man's crotch.
The man grabbed her hand, kissed her, and looked around before whispering something in her ear.
Jennifer smiled seductively and said something back. She then pinched his butt.
Elizabeth read the man's lips: "It's not convenient here or by the road, let's go to your car."
Jennifer's reply: "Hurry, I can't wait."
Elizabeth sneered.
Out of sight, Jennifer was truly shameless.
The couple continued kissing and embracing as they walked towards an SUV parked far from the club.
Elizabeth noted the license plate. She stood behind the curtain, waiting.
The two had already opened the car door and eagerly climbed inside.
Soon, the SUV began to rock and shake.
Elizabeth tapped her earpiece twice. "Michael?"
"Don't worry, I'm here," a deep voice came through the earpiece.
"Head west, past the car on the far end, the orange Bentley. The license plate is..."
"And then?"
"Crash into it, no matter the consequences."
"Got it. Watch me."
He immediately directed the bodyguards who had come with him.
A silver Bentley that looked familiar to Elizabeth appeared out of nowhere, heading straight for the shaking orange Bentley.
With a loud crash, the shaking of the orange Bentley came to an abrupt halt.
The loud noise drew the attention of the club and café security. They quickly ran over and knocked on the car window.
A bodyguard got out of the Bentley. "Sorry, bad parking skills. Hit the gas instead of the brake. Let the police handle it. I just hope no one was in the car, and no one got hurt."
The security guards, working in such a place, knew better than to offend the owners of these expensive cars. They exchanged glances, understanding that both parties involved were not to be messed with.
They quickly ran to check the orange Bentley.
Jennifer had left the window half-open and hadn't had time to close it.
In the back seat of the orange Bentley, she and Vincent had been in the throes of passion. Vincent's skills were indeed excellent, making her feel like she was in heaven.
His long fingers, agile tongue, young body, and lean waist all made her deeply addicted.
She was fully immersed in enjoyment when the car was suddenly hit, startling her into sitting up.
She hadn't yet recovered from the shock.
As the security approached, Jennifer screamed and quickly hid in Vincent's arms. Vincent held her, gently patting her back. "Don't be afraid. It's nothing serious."
Jennifer, with her back to the security outside, shouted, "Get lost!"
The security persisted, "Ma'am, are you hurt? Do you need us to call the police?"
Jennifer snapped, "I said get lost! No need to call the police!"
"Alright, ma'am, we'll leave."
The bodyguard stepped forward. "What did the car owner say? No need to call the police? What a kind person. I should thank her properly."
He walked straight up and yanked open the car door.
A chorus of screams erupted.
Inside the car, Jennifer was completely naked, curled up in Vincent's arms. Vincent held her tightly.
The bodyguard quickly turned his head. "Sorry, sorry, my bad. I'll leave immediately."
A whistle sounded. From the small woods next to the café, a group of people suddenly emerged, holding cameras and microphones.
They rushed towards the crashed orange Bentley, surrounding it tightly.
Cameras were already pointed at the still-open car door and window.
Vincent sat up, raising his hand to the cameras. "No filming! You're invading privacy!"
This action only exposed Jennifer even more.
The camera operators outside became even more excited.
Dark Private Club was well-known in the city, often visited by socialites and wealthy women.
These entertainment reporters couldn't openly enter the club, so they staked out nearby, hoping to catch some juicy gossip.
Even if the news was speculative and the photos blurry, it would still be enough to keep the public talking for days.
After all, it was just dinner table conversation, and readers didn't necessarily believe it. The goal was to make money.
But who would have thought that tonight, they would stumble upon a real scandal!
Wasn't that the famous businesswoman Jennifer? Completely naked, in the arms of a male model.
They had just been having car sex!
Was her private life really this wild? This was explosive!
This news would definitely be a top headline! They were sure to make a lot of money!
In the café's private room, Elizabeth put away her binoculars and waved to Dean. "Mission accomplished. Let's go!"
Dean left with her.
Michael's voice came through the earpiece. "Satisfied?"
Elizabeth nodded. "Very satisfied."
"Don't drive. Let Dean take your car back. I'll drive you home."
Elizabeth was about to refuse but quickly realized that Michael had just done her a huge favor.
If he hadn't had the silver Bentley crash into the car, it would have been her Range Rover. She wouldn't have been able to leave then.
She hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Okay."
By the car, Dean gave her a deep look. "Elizabeth, are you sure you don't want to come with me?"
Elizabeth patted him reassuringly. "It's fine. Go check on the kids."
Dean looked aggrieved. "I'm practically a servant now."
Despite his words, he resignedly drove away. Before leaving, he glared at the Phantom, as if trying to burn holes into it with his eyes.
As soon as Elizabeth got into the car, she noticed the privacy screen in the back seat was already down, and the starry sky projection on the ceiling was on.
She pretended not to notice Michael's intentions, sitting as far from him as possible.
Michael didn't rush her. He sat casually, legs spread, feet on the lambswool mat.
Elizabeth scooted closer to the door.
Michael's lips curled up.
"Elizabeth, why are you sitting so far away? Planning to jump out? Or are you afraid I'll eat you?"
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