From that moment onward, Warren found peeping and secretly filming others thrilling.
Hayden and Wystan didn't share Warren's kink. Still, they had to tag along because they were the latter's fake friends.
If they didn't do their best to please Warren, they wouldn't have someone to sponsor their expenses of leading a hedonistic lifestyle.
They followed Warren to the room, but instead of seeing Paxton inside, they merely saw a computer with a black screen.
Warren tinkered with the computer for a short while before realizing the real-time surveillance camera inside the presidential suite wasn't functioning while the other surveillance cameras were operating as usual.
“D*mn it! What is that Paxton doing?” Warren took out his phone to call Paxton.
“Paxton, didn't you call me here to watch an exquisite woman? Where the f*ck are you?”
On the other end of the phone, Paxton said, “Mr. Xanthos, I'm inside the electrical room. Come here. I've already made a copy of the video.”
“F*ck! Can't you watch the video inside the room? Why did you have to go all the way to the electrical room?”
Although Warren chided Paxton, he still hurriedly led Hayden and Wystan toward the electrical room.
Noticing the door to the electrical room was left ajar, Warren pushed the door open and entered the room without a second thought.
“Paxton, where are you? Where's the video? Is that gorgeous woman still inside the presidential suite?”
Paxton was sitting on a metal box, staring at Warren with a mouthful of blood.
“D*mn it. You're unbelievable. How did you end up in this pathetic state just by watching a video?”
While Warren made fun of Paxton, he suddenly heard the sound of someone locking the door behind them.
He turned around and saw Donald regarding himself with an amused expression.
“Who are you?”
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