Secret Scion

Winston could not help but take a peek. All that entered his gaze was fair and tender flesh. He gulped down a grunt. His stomach felt as though it was on fire as his heart itched with need. He wanted nothing more than to jump her.

He approached her tentatively after a brief pause and sat down beside Callista. He took a great whiff of her perfume. "What perfume do you use? It smells really good."

"Fuck off." Callista could see the lust in his eyes and gave him a dirty look in a coquettish manner. "You're fucked if Master Mateo catches wind of this."

When he noticed Callista playing hard to get, he smiled and said, "If Master Mateo finds out about our relationship, will he flay me alive?"

Callista blushed. "Shut up. How could that have happened if you hadn't deliberately gotten me drunk that night. But seriously, Master Mateo must not find out about this. You might not be scared of him but I am."

"Does the little whore want it?" Winston asked with a wicked smirk.

Callista snorted but soon offered him a charming smile as she stood up. "Shut the doors. I'll wait for you upstairs." With that, she sashayed upstairs.

Winston could not hold it in any longer as he looked at Callista's enchanting silhouette.

Callista may act serious before Mateo but she was incredibly dissolute in private. She often seduced Winston with her body and eyes.

Otherwise, Winston would not have dared touch the woman that Mateo owned.

He, however, would not have to worry about Mateo anymore if he ascended to become head honcho.

Before he could think about it, Winston hurriedly locked the door and rushed upstairs to Callista's bedroom. He then pressed her onto the bed without a word...

"There doesn't seem to be a soul inside?"

Layla could not help but say when she noticed the door locked tight as they stood in front of Callista's villa.

Asher noticed two cars parked in the villa, one of which had obviously been moved. "Go to the back and take a look."

He went around the back. That was when a woman's coquettish laughter rang out from one of the rooms on the second floor which proved him right. Callista was indeed in the villa.

The second floor might be high, but to Asher, it was no different from walking on the ground. He leapt up and landed on the first floor in front of a window and slowly straightened up. He

peeked through it and was greeted by a steamy and pornographic scene.

Layla was left standing down below watching Asher staring straight ahead through the window

in bewilderment. What had he seen that made him reveal such an expression?

The more she thought about it, the more curious she became. The more curious she got, the more she wanted to see for herself.

Asher's attention was solely on whatever was happening in the room. Layla had no way of climbing up and could not call out to him to catch his attention either. Her solution? Pick up a small pebble underneath her feet and toss it to hit him squarely against his bottom.

He gave her a look and gesticulated, "What are you doing?"

Layla pointed to herself and then at the window, implying to him that she wanted to see it too.

"You sure?"

Layla knew exactly what Asher was saying just through the way his mouth was shaped and nodded earnestly.

Asher sighed to himself. Why would a woman enjoy watching this sort of thing?

Asher had no choice but to grab Layla by her hand and drag her up to stand by his side. He was

a strong man and had no issue standing upright on the bars of the window but Layla was not built the same and had to cling to Asher's waist.

"Are you trying to take advantage of me, Layla?" Asher smiled at his cousin.

Her face flushed red as she glared fiercely at Asher before finally straightening herself and glancing through the window.

What she saw was an able-bodied man lifting a feminine pair of legs unfamiliar to her and doing some sort of humiliating exercise.

Layla was rendered speechless by the scene in the room as her face bloomed red. When she came back to herself, she could not help but scream. It was fortunate that Asher was quick to react and hurriedly covered her mouth. "What are you screaming for? We're screwed if they notice us."

Asher had never expected Mateo's woman to have this sort of relationship with Winston. This was getting interesting.

Layla was about to explode from anger. She did not expect for this sort of thing to fascinate Asher and for her to want to take a peek. He must have deliberately tricked her.

She bit his hand fiercely as she thought about it. The latter was quick to remove his hand from the piercing pain.

"How do you like the scenery?" Layla gave him a deadpan look.

"Why are you still looking if it's such an awful sight?"

"You... Put me down!" Layla growled in anger.

Asher rolled his eyes at Layla and could not be bothered. He calmly took out his phone and recorded the scene happening inside.

Layla assumed that Asher wanted to save it to appreciate later and could not help but curse, "Shameless."

It lasted for nearly ten minutes. After the incident, Callista lay on the bed panting softly. "Mateo left early this morning to arrange for your campaign and here you are fucking around with his woman. How do you live in good conscience, Winston Ziegler?"

"It's all your fault for being so attractive," Winston retorted as he put on his clothes. Callista murmured with a deliberately aggrieved expression, "You're the one who feels good about this, but if Master Mateo finds out that I've betrayed him, he'll definitely kill me." Winston smiled. "There's no need for you to worry. You'll be mine once I become the leader. Mateo will have to go through me if he wants to lay a finger on you." Callista happily exclaimed, "Really?"

Winston nodded seriously.

"Someone still has a guilty conscience." Callista beamed. "You should hurry to the Grand Skyscraper Hotel. Stop dilly-dallying here."

Winston then put on his pants and left.

Callista put on a robe before sending Winston out the door, making sure that no one was outside before opening the door to allow the man to leave. She was about to go back inside when an amused voice rang out. "Quite exciting to go behind Mateo's back, isn't it?" She trembled and was quick to whip around as Asher strode in.

The Grand Skyscraper Hotel was one of the most famous hotels in Rollinsford. Those who usually came here for meals were the wealthy, but today the place had been outsourced. There were about ten men in tank tops in front of the hotel, cautiously observing surrounding movements.

Inside a hotel room.

A man in his sixties was seated on the sofa, and behind him was a young woman in an evening gown, rubbing his shoulders. The man crossed his legs as he smoked a cigarette. "Hunter, this is all I can do for you as Master Ford. It will all come down to luck whether you can ascend to be head."

Hunter was seated before Ford Cook. The former hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "There's something I've been keeping from you, Master Ford. I hope you don't mind." "Oh? What is it?" Ford raised a brow.

"Asher Crawford approached me a few days ago and said that he will help me take my place as leader, but his condition is that I also have to become the head of the Hoffmans," Hunter answered cautiously.

Ford could not help but frown. "Asher Crawford? The Asher that has grown infamous recently?"

Hunter nodded. "It's him. Master Ford, he is actually a scion of the Crawford household that hails from the Capital City."

Ford pondered for a moment before saying, "We are people who go out living a life of crime and generally do not participate in the battle between households. Your approach is far from appropriate, Hunter."

"But Winston is Hallberg Leonard's god-grandson. Who can guarantee that Hallberg won't secretly support Winston?" Hunter asked solemnly. "What about Master Mateo? He has been coveting your position for years. You, Master Ford, may have kept him at bay but Master Mateo has certainly not been reconciled. If Winston takes your place, you'll also be walking on thin ice in the future."

Ford signaled for the woman to halt her massage. He frowned after she left the room. "That is exactly what I'm afraid of. Hunter, you're someone I groomed. The only person I trust is you. That is exactly why I'm sparing no effort to help you. I've never met Asher Crawford. Can he really have you in the leader's position?"

Hunter pondered on the matter. "I'm not sure, but it's a good thing if he can lend a hand." "There's nothing more I can say now that you've agreed to his terms. I hope he can truly put you into a position of power." With that, Ford got to his feet to leave. "Time is running short. Let's go see Mateo."

On the second floor of the hotel, inside a luxurious private room, sat a dozen men. Winston was also inside. "Master Mateo, have Master Ford and the others not arrived yet?"

Mateo Hildebrand had a square face with an inconspicuous scar on the bridge of his nose. His hair was cropped short while also sporting a beard. His eyes were sharp. Everything about him screamed 'cold'.

"What's the hurry? Don't you even have the patience to wait?" Mateo said as he shut his eyes. "Well, no. I'm just worried that circumstances would change."

Mateo snorted as he smirked. "Nothing will change. You will be the next boss."