In the basement of Osmanthus villa, Thea and David were tied to a chair.

Looking at Thea in her wedding dress, her curvaceous figure, and her flawless features, Maximus gulped.

He had been eyeing Thea for quite some time now.

He wanted to seize this opportunity to get into bed with her.

Before that, Zavier had gotten in his way.

To become the king of the underworld in Cansington, he had to suppress his desires.

However, now that she and Zavier had had a falling out, the thoughts resurfaced.

“Maximus, what a fine woman she is! Her smooth and fair skin is capable of seducing any man. You’re in luck! Can we try her out after you?”

His men stared at Thea with saliva dripping from their mouths.

Maximus slapped one of his men across the face and scolded, “This is Zavier’s woman. We’ll wait for him to come. Now that Thea has humiliated him, he’ll surely torture her to death. When the time comes, I might take up your offer.”

“Yes, of course. You’re right.” His men nodded.