Chapter 005: Let Me Show You Back!

"Apologies, sir, for my abrupt intrusion into your chamber. I express sincere regret for the misunderstanding. Indeed, I inadvertently entered the wrong room. However, I understand this does not absolve me of responsibility. In light of the distress caused by my oversight, I am prepared to offer compensation. Please name your terms."

Though she saw through William Turner's duplicity, Emily Thompson understood that the responsibility for this mishap rested squarely on her shoulders. She had to take accountability.

William Turner's icy demeanor remained unchanged as he gestured towards the bathroom, distantly remarking, "Before discussing compensation, I suggest you freshen up."

"Very well."

Emily Thompson refrained from further dialogue and proceeded into the bathroom.

During the interval of removing her makeup, she couldn't help but stare into the mirror blankly.

How could this be? How could she have possibly mistaken the room number?

She had always been confident in her eyesight. The only plausible explanation was that Benjamin Mitchell had deceived her!

Emily Thompson couldn't help but feel vexed. It seemed she had been careless, falling into that scoundrel's trap!

And this time, it was a futile effort. Not only had she been fooled by that scoundrel, but she now found herself in the clutches of such a cunning and ruthless man. She wondered what exorbitant demand this man might make!

As Emily Thompson rinsed away her makeup, restoring her fresh-faced appearance, she hastily exited the bathroom.

William Turner, now impeccably dressed, stood by the French windows. The warm light from the wall lamp softened his handsome and austere countenance, yet his eagle-like eyes remained sharp and wise.

Emily Thompson, momentarily entranced, coughed to regain composure, averting her admiring gaze, and inquired, "Sir, have you decided on the terms of compensation?"

While Emily Thompson scrutinized him, William Turner also observed her.

Post-makeup removal, Emily Thompson had reverted to her original appearance: delicate features, rosy lips, slender figure, and particularly, the gleam in her brown eyes adding a touch of allure.

William Turner remained silent for a moment, a glint passing through his deep, oceanic gaze.

Having encountered numerous beauties in his current position, William Turner had seen a variety of women, from seductive vixens to innocent maidens. Yet, Emily Thompson's contradictory demeanor, a blend of rustic charm and latent allure, intrigued him like no other.

Moreover, her competence in handling situations always took him by surprise!

First, she staged a deliberate collision, then attempted extortion, and finally tossed money at them. When he spotted her downstairs, she was disguised as a sixty-year-old granny.

It seemed prudent to investigate this woman's background!

William Turner's eyes narrowed slightly as he coolly remarked, "I haven't decided yet. Why don't you propose how you intend to compensate for my losses?"

Returning to the table with his teacup, William Turner elegantly took a sip before placing it down, his gaze fixed on Emily Thompson like a vortex, leaving her uncertain of his thoughts.

Emily Thompson, feeling embarrassed, cleared her throat and mustered her courage. Retrieving her purse, she emptied its contents onto the table. "This is all I have. Will this suffice?"

Although she voiced the question confidently, Emily Thompson felt a twinge of anxiety. After all, she knew she only had about six hundred bucks in her purse, hardly enough to satisfy this dangerous man who drove an Aston Martin supercar.

Moreover, he had only been glimpsed during his bath, with no tangible losses incurred. Six hundred might be enough to cover minor discomfort, at most.

"Six hundred?"

William Turner cast a casual glance at the money on the table, his eyebrows raised slightly, his gaze penetrating as he observed the somewhat flustered Emily Thompson standing before him.

Just moments ago, Emily Thompson had convinced herself, but now, under his scrutinizing gaze, she couldn't help but feel a pang of unease.

"This is all I have. What more do you want?" She raised her voice slightly, attempting to bolster her confidence.

William Turner, lips curled into a faint smile, remarked, "Simple. An eye for an eye. Since you've seen me, I'd like to see you in return. That shall be your compensation!"

Emily Thompson widened her eyes, visibly taken aback by the man's proposition.

"Are you saying you want to see me?"

William Turner arched an eyebrow, his tone leisurely. "Yes, if you're not inclined towards such reciprocity..."

"Very well!"

Before William Turner could finish, Emily Thompson suddenly sprang up, swiftly gathering the money back into her purse. "I believe you're a fair man. I've seen you, and now you wish to see me. It's only equitable."

She hadn't expected William Turner to propose such compensation. Initially indignant, upon reflection, she realized it was the simplest resolution. After all, what harm could come from being seen? She wasn't losing anything tangible!

Once Emily Thompson reached this conclusion, she promptly stood up and began removing her clothing. She felt the need to act quickly, lest the man change his mind.

Her resolute action caught William Turner's attention, deepening the intensity of his gaze.

It was early summer, and Emily Thompson wasn't dressed heavily. In no time, she had stripped herself bare.

After undressing, she quickly asked, "Sir, is this satisfactory?"

"Enough. Get dressed!" William Turner's voice was cold and composed, betraying no hint of his inner thoughts.

Upon hearing his response, Emily Thompson swiftly donned her clothes and coughed lightly. "Well, then, I'll take my leave."

She was quite embarrassed, to be honest. Despite trying to appear nonchalant, she was, after all... She had never been seen like this by another man before. The thought made her cheeks flush, her mind overwhelmed with embarrassment and regret, as if about to burst.

"Mm," William Turner replied coldly.

Emily Thompson picked up her bag and hastened towards the door. However, the closer she got to the door, the slower her steps became. By the time she crossed the threshold into the foyer, she was struggling to maintain her balance.

What was happening? Why was her head spinning, and her vision blurred? Her steps felt like walking on cotton candy...

Could it be... intoxication?

She recalled downing nearly half a bottle of liquor downstairs. Initially, she felt fine, but the excitement of undressing had triggered the alcohol's effects!

Then, she lost consciousness entirely.

With a loud thud, Emily Thompson collapsed to the floor.