Chapitre 472: 472

The hotel was left only with the scent of hormones.

Jordan Martin lay with his eyes tightly shut, his face already deathly pale.

He struggled desperately, his arms and thighs covered in fresh blood from the friction of the ropes.

And the cloth in his mouth was also stained with blood due to his frenzied screams.

"Miss Lopez, thank you for your hospitality!"

The man in white slowly put on his clothes, looking at Jennifer Lopez, who was tightly wrapped in a blanket on the bed, and gave a thumbs up.

"Who would have thought that Arlo Percival, that good-for-nothing, would have the chance to taste such delight! You don't know until you try, I've roamed the field of love for decades, and this is the first time I feel like I've savored a ripe fruit."

"You said you wouldn't kill me..."

Jennifer Lopez's cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes extremely complex.

She felt anger, humiliation, and resentment!

Ever since she left Arlo Percival, Jennifer Lopez had been living alone.