Keep Low-Profile for the Hidden Marriage

When Norris Moore pushed open the hotel room door, he involuntarily held his breath.

The presidential suite, decorated elegantly and refined, was dimly lit, with a solitary lamp casting a warm orange glow from the ceiling.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, the guest was probably taking a bath.

Norris thought for a moment, then obediently sat down on the large black bed by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He remembered the words Ella Lewis had said when she sent him up.

This guest is the most esteemed in Tung City.

If you serve him well, you're set for a good life.

The fee for the first night is a million, split fifty-fifty, remember to transfer it to my card first thing tomorrow morning.

"Click."

The bathroom door was opened.

Norris's thoughts momentarily stalled, snapped back to reality, his hands at his sides slightly clenched.

He was a little nervous.

Even though he was at his wits' end, thinking about the man who'd be sleeping with him might be a bald middle-aged man, or a greasy fat man, he feared he would vomit out of disgust while in bed.

Bracing himself mentally, he lifted his head and looked at the man coming out of the bathroom.

The moment his gaze met the man's face, Norris's black pupils contracted violently, he was stunned for a moment, before pressing his lips tightly together.

The tall and lean man in front of him was draped in a black bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist, exposing a large part of his muscular chest.

Water droplets trickled down his impeccably handsome face, flowing down his neck and into his beautifully shaped sexy collarbone.

Far from the fat or balding middle-aged man he had imagined, the man was extraordinarily handsome.

Young, prestigious, refined.

Having the appearance of anyone's dream lover.

He couldn't help but recall the words Ella Lewis had said.

This guest is the most esteemed in Tung City.

Oh, the most esteemed guest in Tung City.

Heh!

A sharp, sarcastic smile slowly spread across Norris's lips.

Staring at the man in front of him, his ink-like eyes held a trace of resentment.

Half a year ago, the richest man in Tung City went bankrupt, his son-in-law and outsiders bought up all his shares for sale. The company name changed overnight, the richest man suffered a stroke due to anger, the son-in-law forced his wife to sign a divorce agreement under the guise of paying for the surgery, successfully divorcing the idiotic woman.

That idiotic wife was Norris Moore.

Yes, three years ago, he let the wolf into the house, allowing Trenton Smith to seize power step by step, successfully took his company, caused his father to become a vegetable, he was left with nothing, living hand to mouth, even forced to the point of selling his virgin night to pay for his father and brother's medical expenses!

Norris Moore never expected that the man who spent half a million to buy his virgin night at "Dark Night" was Trenton Smith.

He watched as the man strode up to him, lowered his eyes to look at him, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, "Norris, long time no see."

When he smiled, he was extraordinarily gentle.

Such a man could make any woman's heart flutter.

Norris was initially deceived by this gentle facade, fell headlong into Trenton Smith's abyss, determined to marry him, not to be deterred until he hit a wall.

But the price was too severe.

He ruined the Moore family, turned his own father into a vegetable, his brother couldn't afford treatment, his sister couldn't even go to school.

Norris clenched his hand, got up from the bed without a word and started walking out.

He didn't know what Trenton Smith meant by buying him, it might just be another form of humiliation.

Trenton Smith indeed had the conditions to take revenge on him.

Back then, he acted without scruples to break up Trenton and Zara White, forcing the proud and arrogant young Trenton Smith to marry him. After three years, he finally got his revenge, Norris, this clown, was finally brought down. Lovers finally got together, Norris Moore descended from being the richest man's daughter to a prostitute, it was truly a story everyone loved.

Norris walked to the door and put his hand on the door handle.

The voice of Trenton Smith leisurely came from behind him "I remember paying a million for your night, right?"

Norris stopped at the door, then turned around, his facial expression very calm.

"I am not selling anymore."