A Bumpy Road to Power

He thought it was someone from above coming to catch him.

Frightened, his hand shook and spilled the wine.

Clark Fletcher opened the door.

Only then did Jamal Palmer see that the person who walked in was a flamboyantly dressed young lady.

The lady's hair was styled in big waves swept to one side, making her appear very alluring.

She wore an off-shoulder, body-hugging long dress, and when she walked, her hips swayed, giving her a charming grace.

Especially her phoenix eyes, with a gentle blink, seemed capable of capturing one's soul.

In four words, she was "irresistibly seductive."

"Who is this..."

Jamal Palmer asked.

Clark Fletcher quickly said to the woman, "Beatrice, go ahead and introduce yourself."

The woman gave a sweet smile, proactively extended her hand to Jamal Palmer, and said, "Hello, Glenn, I'm Beatrice Sadler, Clark's... friend..."

Friend?

Upon hearing this term, Jamal Palmer was momentarily stunned.

He looked somewhat perplexed towards Clark Fletcher.

Clark Fletcher nodded slightly, with an awkward smile.

Jamal Palmer understood.

This so-called friend was just a mistress.

"Oh, oh, oh, Comrade Beatrice, hello."

When he read this name, Jamal Palmer paused for a moment.

Thinking to himself, who the heck gave this name, it's so unique?

"Ah Beatrice, well... my stomach hurts a bit, why don't you accompany Glenn with a few drinks, I'll be right back."

After speaking.

He clutched his stomach and looked towards Jamal Palmer.

Jamal Palmer laughed heartily, teasingly saying, "You rascal, I can tell, you can't drink anymore and you're going to the toilet to gag yourself, go, go, get going, you useless fellow."

Clark Fletcher felt as though he had been pardoned.

He laughed along and quickly ran away.

As he left.

Beatrice Sadler took a wine glass and poured it full of white wine.

With initiative, she offered it to Jamal Palmer, saying, "Brother, it's our first meeting, although I can't hold my liquor well, I'll show sincerity by drinking this, feel free yourself."

After saying this.

She tilted her neck back.

The two ounces of white wine went straight into her stomach.

"Ah Beatrice, you've got a good hold on your drinks, you finish it, how can I not join you?"

After saying this.

He also downed the glass of wine.

Beatrice Sadler watched.

She was quite thrilled.

Holding onto Jamal Palmer's arm, she swayed her body, speaking coyly, "Brother you've got great drinking capacity, little sister admires you."

During this process.

Jamal Palmer's eyes were fixated.

Because as Beatrice Sadler swayed her body.

The two large fleshy mounds on her chest were also shaking fiercely.

The scene was truly quite spectacular.

"Brother, little sister can't hold her liquor too well, and just drinking is dull, how about we play a game?"

Beatrice Sadler suggested.

Jamal Palmer couldn't take his eyes off anymore.

Mechanically nodding, he said, "Okay, little sister, what game are we playing?"

"We'll play rock-paper-scissors, if I win, brother drinks a glass, if I lose… little sister will..."

As she said this.

Beatrice Sadler dragged her tone.

Then lowered her head and looked at her chest.

Pointing to the high bulge.

Said, "I'll let you eat this, brother, what do you think?"

"Alright, alright, a game it is, a game is good... little sister, don't cheat when you lose..."

Under the influence of alcohol, Jamal Palmer was already tipsy.

He immediately agreed.

The two quickly got into position.

First round.

Jamal Palmer lost.

He straightforwardly drank a glass of wine.

Second round, not sure if Beatrice Sadler did it on purpose or not.

Her action was obviously slower, and she actually lost to Jamal Palmer.

Upon this loss.

Beatrice Sadler immediately became resentful.

She coyly murmured to Jamal Palmer, "Brother, you're so bad, just two rounds and I've lost, I won't play, I won't play anymore..."

Clearly, this woman had her tricks.

She knew quite well how to feign reluctance while ingeniously manipulating.

For a man, something that's almost within reach, how could he let it slip?

He immediately said sternly, "Comrade Beatrice, I said earlier no cheating."

"Oh, you're so embarrassing... fine, I'll admit my loss this time, next time I'll surely beat you..."

After speaking.

Beatrice Sadler stood up.

She directly pulled down the neckline.

Took out the large white rabbit inside with only a nipple shield.

After tearing off the shield.

The pink nipple appeared right in front.

Jamal Palmer couldn't wait, opened his mouth, and bit right onto it.

After a round of sucking.

His hands started misbehaving.

They directly slipped through Beatrice Sadler's skirt, and started meddling in the shrouded area.

The sound of flowing water was pleasing to the ear.

Beatrice Sadler cooperated very well.

Of course, she wouldn't stop him.

Instead, she murmured sultrily into Jamal Palmer's ear.

At this point.

Who could hold back?

Jamal Palmer couldn't care less.

He directly had Beatrice Sadler put her hands on the table.

Pushed her dress up to her waist.

In doing so.

Her lower half, barely clad in a thong, was exposed in front of him.

The full and plump buttocks.

And the mysterious mound covered by a cloth no bigger than a mask.

Made Jamal Palmer's primal instincts flare up.

He directly pulled down his pants.

His hands bracing her buttocks.

With a thrust of his hips, they joined together.

Next came.

Wave after wave of relentless advances.

Even the table was knocked loudly.

This lasted about ten minutes.

Jamal Palmer finally felt a numbness in his waist.

The essence within him was entirely released.

Though Beatrice Sadler hadn't had her fill, she pretended to tremble as though she reached the peak.

In her mouth, she murmured continuously, "Brother you're so strong, little sister almost died..."

After the feast.

Returned to normal.

Once Clark Fletcher returned.

The two pretended as if nothing had happened.

It was getting late.

After Clark Fletcher sent Jamal Palmer off in a taxi.

He immediately turned to Beatrice Sadler by his side and asked, "Did it succeed?"

Beatrice Sadler smiled seductively.

She patted her lower belly.

Saying, "It succeeded, all went inside."

Clark Fletcher watched the disappearing taxi in the distance, pulled out a key, placed it in Beatrice Sadler's hand, and said, "This apartment is yours now, in the closet, I have prepared three hundred thousand for you, if you can get pregnant, I'll give you another thirty grand, if not, you don't have to pay anything back, just cooperate with my act in the future."

Beatrice Sadler's eyes lit up.

Snatching the key from his hand.

Saying, "Don't worry..."

Why did Clark Fletcher do this?

Because he needed to insure himself.

He knew that Jamal Palmer now spoke cleverly of loyalty, but at crucial moments, would certainly disregard his life, especially Terrence Hall's death had filled him with fear.

Using a woman to manipulate Jamal Palmer, in this way, if Jamal Palmer intended to abandon him in the future, he would have a way to fight back.

Currently, what he didn't anticipate.

In shadowy corners.

Someone was holding a camera, capturing everything.

After Beatrice Sadler left.

A car quietly followed her...

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