Late at night, the city’s neon lights began to fade.

A luxurious black limousine slowly stopped at the entrance of the club. The car door opened, and a group of people stepped out.

There was an extremely beautiful young girl who was surrounded by people in the center. She wore a pure white little dress, and her slender legs glowed white in the light.

Ocelotte remembered that he had once held those slender legs as they fucked through the night. He was in the prime of his youth, and they did it for the entire night.

Molly!

Ocelotte looked at his past lover coldly. No, she should be called a love scammer. She had gotten what she wanted; she had become a famous actress.

Meanwhile, Ocelotte no longer believed in love because of Molly's desire for a million dollars. Now, he was disgusted when he saw her pure appearance.

…

Ocelotte’s gaze was too blatant, which displeased the staff. “Could you please stop taking photos, mister?”

Molly's female assistant, Paisley Perez, stepped for