The first time Paul met Bess, she was the woman of Crook, a wealthy tycoon!
However, it didn't really matter!
The moment Paul laid eyes on her, he immediately had sex with her! That day, Bess was wearing a form-fitting dress, extremely tight!
It was a full off-the-shoulder style, and her beautiful features were on full display! A pretty face! Snow-white, delicate and tender skin!
At the sight of her, Paul's animal instincts surged, and he tore all her clothes off violently!
Bess had never experienced anything like this before. Her former boyfriend, Crook, had never been like this...
No one knew about Paul's plastic surgery! He had transformed himself into the appearance of Crook!
Bess didn't recognize him either!
Paul had dimmed the lights that day!
"Why are you so different today!"
Bess gasped and turned her head to say to Paul!
"What's so different?"
"You're so... amazing!"
"Wasn't it this enjoyable before?" Paul was very pleased at this moment!
"No! It really feels different!"
...
If Paul hadn't had plastic surgery to look like Crook and was still his true self, a beautiful woman like Bess was someone he could never have even imagined having.
It took him a whole year!
He imitated Crook countless times – his gestures, expressions, the look in his eyes! And so on! He was meticulous in every detail!
He underwent plastic surgery, altered his vocal cords, and collected all the information about Crook, all with the intention of replacing Crook and doing a better job in his place.
Now, Crook's woman was in his hands, at his mercy!
At this moment, Paul couldn't help but think back on the past!
...
That day, he went to meet Townsend, and that's when he confirmed this plan of plastic surgery and substitution.
"Your build and appearance are quite similar to those of a friend of mine!" This was what Townsend said to Paul when they first met.
Then, after inviting Paul several times, Paul finally came!
Paul stood in front of that towering office building, gazing up at the spire that seemed to pierce the clouds at the top, filled with both awe and trepidation in his heart.
He had tried various jobs – working as an employee, doing business, delivering food, and running small businesses!
He had experienced so much hardship that entering such a magnificent building felt completely unfamiliar to him!
The exterior design of this building was extremely unique. The glass curtain wall reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight.
The people coming and going were all dressed in formal attire!
They were in a hurry, showing that this place was extraordinary.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the mixed feelings of nervousness and anticipation in his heart, and stepped into the revolving door of the building.
As soon as he entered the lobby, the luxurious atmosphere hit him. The marble floor was as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting people's figures. The magnificent crystal chandelier hung down from above, casting a soft and bright light.
Standing there, Paul felt a sense of unease as if he didn't belong.
In the center of the lobby was a uniquely shaped art sculpture, surrounded by several pots of carefully tended precious green plants.
The staff members coming and going either walked briskly with documents in hand or stood aside, chatting in low voices about business, creating a busy scene.
While curiously looking around, Paul walked towards the elevator.
He felt out of place here, but at the thought of Townsend's invitation and the plan that might change his destiny as Townsend had said, a surge of uncontrollable excitement welled up in him.
Taking the elevator directly to the top floor, with a "ding," the elevator door slowly opened. Paul stepped out of the elevator and walked straight towards Townsend's office.
Townsend's office was at the end of the corridor, and the door was closed. Paul raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.
"Come in." Townsend's steady yet slightly lazy voice came from inside.
Paul pushed open the door, and what greeted his eyes was an extremely spacious and exquisitely decorated office.
One whole wall was made up of huge floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of the bustling city. In front of the window was a set of high-quality leather sofas, and on the coffee table were several cups of steaming coffee, emitting a rich aroma.
The office desk was located in the center of the room, large and tidy. On the wall behind it hung several valuable oil paintings, adding more elegance to the entire office.
Townsend was sitting in the boss's chair behind the desk. When he saw Paul come in, a meaningful smile appeared on his face. He stood up and greeted Paul warmly:
"Paul, you're here. Have a seat."
Paul sat down somewhat stiffly beside the sofa. Townsend walked over and sat opposite him. After looking Paul up and down, he smiled and said:
"So, what do you think of my office building? It's not bad, right?"
Paul quickly nodded and replied, "Absolutely. It's so magnificent. You've really built a huge business, Townsend."
Townsend smiled, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. Then he put the cup down, leaned forward, looked at Paul, his eyes full of mystery, and said slowly:
"Crook, I called you here today because I have a great opportunity that can make you rise to the top in one go. It all depends on whether you have the guts for it."
When Paul heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he asked eagerly, "Townsend, what's the opportunity? Tell me quickly."
But Townsend didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stood up, walked to the window, turned his back to Paul, looked out at the scenery outside, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again:
"In this world, some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouths, owning countless wealth and an enviable status. But some people, even if they try their best, can only struggle at the bottom. Do you think it's fair?"
Paul frowned and said helplessly, "It's really not fair, but what can we do about it?"
Townsend turned around, stared intently at Paul, and said word by word:
"I have a plan now that can help you get out of this fate and become someone important. However, this plan requires you to keep it absolutely confidential, and you need to have enough courage to carry it out. Do you want to hear about it?"
Paul's heart started beating faster. He felt as if he was standing at a crossroads of fate. Although he still didn't know exactly what the plan was.
But the temptation to change his destiny was too great. He gritted his teeth and firmly replied:
"Townsend, I want to hear it. Stop keeping me in suspense."
Townsend nodded slightly, a hint of triumph flashing in his eyes. He sat back on the sofa and began to slowly reveal the "big plan" that was still not fully uncovered.
He only spoke vaguely, but it was enough to completely arouse Paul's curiosity, making him eager to know more details. And without realizing it, he was gradually stepping towards that abyss full of intrigue.
Looking at Paul's eager and curious expression, Townsend's lips curved into an imperceptible smile. He stood up and walked towards the wall behind the desk.
Paul looked at him in confusion. Townsend pressed a button next to an oil painting on the wall, and a hidden door slowly appeared on the originally flat wall. Behind the door was a hidden staircase extending downward, and a dim yellow light shone from inside, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.
"Come with me, Paul. I'll show you something interesting." Townsend beckoned to Paul and stepped into the stairwell first.
Paul swallowed hard and followed with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.
The two of them walked down the stairs, and the sound of their footsteps echoed in this narrow space, as if each step was stepping on Paul's extremely nervous heart.
After a while, they arrived at the basement floor. Townsend stopped and motioned for Paul to look around.