Beep beep...

When he was about to step out and enter the door, a car horn was heard from behind.

Stanley Batton slightly furrowed his brows and turned to look backwards.

The only thing he saw behind him was a black Bentley Arnage.

The car window was rolled down quickly. Fred Thomson stuck his head out and looked at him with a friendly look. "Handsome guy, I am Director Fred Thomson. I wonder if you're interested in having a conversation in my car? I think that your looks are very suitable for my television series that I'm preparing for."

Stanley snorted coldly and slightly raised his dashing eyebrows.

He did not expect Fred to come to his doorstep without him looking for him specially.

It was like help from heaven.

He did not say a word, only walked slowly to the other side and got into the car. He then fastened his seat belt.

"You look really handsome. If you can be my male lead, you can surely rise to the top in the circle with just a leap." Fred said while smiling.

This face before his eyes was said to be the one and only.

He had seen so many handsome men since he worked in the entertainment circle. However, not a single one of them was better-looking than him.

If he had to replace one in the circle who could contend with him, it would only be Josh Batton, whom he was constantly thinking about, but could never get his hands on...

However, he felt that Josh was slightly inferior if compared to him.

According to his aesthetic standards, this man could be said as the one and only.

Although the one before him looked very cold, he liked him very much.

What was the point of always playing with meek ones? You would only feel the thrill when you change your taste.

At this very moment, he started to imagine him pressing this handsome guy before him in bed while torturing him hard.

It must be very thrilling.

"Director, where should we have a conversation?" Stanley went straight to the point.

"You asked a very good question. I think that it is not very convenient in the car. How about I book a room in a hotel and we can talk slowly? If we are outside, I'm afraid that the reporters will see us, it's very annoying..." Fred explained.

"Alright." Stanley replied without a second thought.

Then, he lit a cigarette and even smoked by himself.

The smoke lingered around the space. His cold eyes were slightly squinted, it was as if there was a deep icy pond beneath his eyes, nobody could read his mind.

Fred totally did not expect all of these could happen so smoothly.

At this moment, he was on cloud nine.

He immediately accelerated his car and brought him straight to the Hilton Hotel in the city centre.

After he booked a room, he brought Stanley straight into the room.

He booked a luxurious room with a huge bed, the decor of the interior was exquisite and spotless.

Once Fred entered the room, he pulled Stanley in and could not wait to let him sit on the bed. He then said, "You sit here for a while, I'll get you a glass of water and we'll talk while we drink." "Just pour two glasses, you'll drink with me." Stanley said.

Fred heard what he said and stood up happily right away. "Alright, I'll go now..."

He felt very thrilled at the thought of him getting in bed with a top-class handsome guy soon.

He went straight into the pantry at the side. He took two blue-and-white porcelain mugs, poured two cups of warm water and quickly added one white effervescent tablet into one of the cups. The effervescent tablet dissolved in an instant and disappeared completely.

This was his secret drug. With just one tablet, the consumer could straightaway fall in deep slumber for a whole day and night.

He could torture him in any way he wanted.

Holding two cups in his hands, he could not wait to return to Stanley's side. Then, he passed the drugged water to him. "Please drink... some warm water."

Stanley smiled. "Hmm, we're not in a hurry... Can you pull the curtains? I think the light is too glaring."

Fred thought to himself, 'Since I will have to pull the curtains later.' He then put his cup onto the nightstand, straightaway got up, headed to the windows and prepared to pull the curtains. Stanley snorted coldly. He quickly took a small white tablet from his pocket and threw it into the cup...

The next second, the tablet dissolved quickly.

Right at this moment, the curtains were closed. Fred grinned while returning to his side. He asked, "Didn't you ask for water? Why didn't you drink yet?"

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