Chapter 696

Lawrence was totally caught off guard and tried to hide his frustration. "Might not be fixable, but I'll give it a shot."

They strolled out of the living room, and there was Ray, lounging on the sofa, puffing away on a cigarette. He grinned at Sidney and told the bodyguard, "Get Sidney home."

Lawrence stood on the steps, watching Sidney hop into the car. In the night, his eyes were as deep as the ocean. His tall frame looked like some kind of epic statue.

'No matter how I look at him, I can't believe Lawrence is terminally ill. Where's he even hurt?' Sidney wondered.

After the car took off, Ray shot Lawrence a sharp look, "You know Sidney coming over was Winnie's idea, right? She probably couldn't stand seeing you all mopey."

"Yeah, I get it," Lawrence said, hands shoved in his pockets, turning to face him. Those cold eyes finally showed some of that usual fierceness and swagger. "Sidney's scolding woke me up. I don't want Winnie thinking I'm a loser."

"That's the spirit!" Ray clapped him on the shoulder. "With your skills, even if you can't be the top dog in Veridiania again, becoming a billionaire is no biggie. And getting back to the top? Tough, but not impossible."

"Tomorrow, I'm heading back to the Rodriguez Group. Bob's probably fuming by now. He mentioned wanting to lock down a deal with NexaCore Group. Also, get me in touch with Bentley from the Jenkins family. He's always played it neutral between the Rodriguez and Peterson families. Smart and sly, but a decent guy. Helped me out last time. I wanna thank him personally."

Ray got it, knowing Lawrence probably had more in mind than just a thank you. He smirked, "If you can win him over, that'd be a game-changer."

Olivia had been tailing Rock for two days, watching him clock in and out of work like clockwork.

Just when she was about to lose it, he finally hit up that private club.

Olivia disguised herself as a server and snuck into The Midnight Lounge Club.

The Midnight Lounge Club, owned by the Peterson family, was a playground for Trento City's rich and shady.

The stuff going on inside, from gambling to other vices, made Olivia's jaw drop.

When she found out Mars owned the club, she was floored. 'Mars and Ronnie are probably setting up a playground for Trento City's elite, creating a black market to drain their wealth and control political figures. And Rock can waltz into this exclusive club? He must know Mars or Ronnie.' Olivia was stunned, thinking, 'Is Rock's quick rise in Trento City thanks to the Peterson family? They've been screwing over the Rodriguez Group. Is Rock in on this?'

Olivia shivered at her own thoughts.

The more she learned about Rock, the more he seemed to be hiding.

"The boss and Mr. Harrington are here. Everyone, get to the door and line up the new girls!" the manager shouted.

Olivia, clutching a rag, hid in a corner, listening closely and thinking, Rock's here.

From a distance, she saw Rock and Mars grinning as they walked into a private room, the biggest one in the club, with the best privacy.

Olivia rolled her eyes and grabbed a tray, blending in with the crowd.

At the door of the private room, she quickly slipped a tiny camera into the door crack and made a swift exit.

She swapped into a cleaning uniform and snuck into the monitoring room.

After some quick work, Olivia left the monitoring room and found a hidden spot to open her laptop.

Soon, the footage from the private room started streaming in.

The tiny camera's angle was limited, but it still caught the wild scene inside!

Foreign beauties of all kinds were sprawled on the sofa.

And there were several men on top of them.

Among them was Rock, with that familiar face, now devoid of any gentleness.

Olivia's face turned pale, her worldview shattered by the shock.

Rock's face was twisted, playing while whipping the woman.

Mars, with a cigarette in his mouth, took off his belt and said wickedly, "Mr. Harrington, you're quite the player. I thought you wouldn't be into this when I suggested it today. You must have been suppressing yourself in front of Winnie for too long!"

Rock's pupils flashed with heat, his expression darkening, and he said, "I'm just treating this woman as Winnie."

"You want to whip Winnie, but she has been with Lawrence many times. How does it feel to be with her?" Mars teased, mocking him.

Rock whipped harder, making the woman scream in pain, his bloodthirsty rage finally calming.

He hid his frustration of not having Winnie, sneering, "Winnie is a stunning beauty."

"Got it. When you're tired of her, bring her to me." Mars said.

Rock glared at him darkly, pulling his mouth into a tight line.

If it weren't for the need to curry favor with Mars temporarily, Rock would have whipped him already.

But for the sake of future plans, he had to endure, joking with Mars about Winnie.

He didn't particularly enjoy these group orgies, but he had to admit, it was thrilling. He could do whatever he wanted to the women.

'One day, I will trample Mars and Ronnie underfoot.' Rock thought.

He fantasized about Winnie's beautiful face, quickly feeling satisfied.

Meanwhile, Olivia, seeing this, was so angry that she almost crushed her soda can.

'What kind of bad man is Rock, willing to let Mars defile Winnie? Is he even human? And their way of playing makes me want to vomit. I can't believe Rock is so dirty. In comparison, Lawrence is so clean! Luckily, Winnie hasn't accepted Rock yet. If she got infected by him, it would be a disaster.' Olivia thought, suppressing her strong nausea, and quickly zoomed in on Rock's face, intending to copy the explosive video.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the private room door.

Mars pushed the girl away, lazily pulling up his pants, and walked to the door, "What's up?"

"Mr. Martin! It seems the club's surveillance has been hacked."

"What?" Mars's casual demeanor vanished as he opened the door.

Rock also stopped, frowning and coldly shouting at the girls and other rich kids, "Get out."

The crowd dispersed, and Mars called in the bodyguards, asking, "Are you sure the surveillance was hacked?"

"Yes, the workers in the monitoring room said the internet speed was much slower than usual, and the footage was lagging. Our club runs so many 'projects'. The monitoring room is very cautious and we reported any anomalies immediately."

Mars's face darkened and he said, "Then hurry up and find out who sneaked in!"

The bodyguards immediately sprang into action.

Rock straightened his shirt, returning to his refined and gentle appearance, though his eyes betrayed a hint of displeasure. He said seriously, "Mr. Martin, we must catch the person who hacked the surveillance. My comings and goings here cannot be exposed."