In the elevator, Ocelotte looked up at the red numbers. His voice was calm and distant as he spoke. "Do you often attend these kinds of social events? Constantly serving men drinks and food, even wiping their pants? Doesn’t Brody care about this?"

From what Ocelotte knew, Brody had a successful career outside of acting, with his own companies that earned quite well.

Since Molly was supposed to be Brody's girlfriend, how could he let her go out like this? How could he let her expose herself to the spotlight and sacrifice her dignity for money?

Ocelotte's disdain for Molly was real, but so was their past. He couldn’t forget it. The allure of her being the lady he loved but could never get was indeed powerful.

Half a minute later, the elevator stopped on the top floor. Stepping out, they arrived at a suite in an international hotel.

Ocelotte swiped the key card and opened the door. Standing at the threshold, he looked at Molly, "Come in. Don’t worry, I don’t have that intention."