Raymond''s hand paused, and his gaze unconsciously turned towards the window. Indeed, Selena was standing by the roadside. She appeared distressed, seemingly talking to someone on the phone. It was evident that she was in trouble. There were quite a few people gathered around the bar behind her, and even the police were present, asionally stopping people from taking photos. The bar had been cordoned off.


    Raymond asked John, "What happened to this bar?"


    John didn''t expect him to ask about that and quickly made a phone call to investigate.


    A minuteter, after hanging up, John replied to Raymond, "Sir, a murder urred here. Someone was poisoned with alcohol and died on the spot."


    But what does this have to do with Selena? Why would she be here in the middle of the night?


    Alex remained seated next to Raymond the entire time. As soon as he heard the name Selena, he stopped working and looked outside.


    At this moment, Selena was still on the phone with the hospital, unaware that Raymond''s car was right in front of her.


    Through the car window, Raymond looked at her and recalled the encounter with Mason at the bar entrance. He shifted his gaze away, appearing indifferent.


    "Let''s drive, the meeting is about to start."


    Just a second ago, Alex thought that Raymond treated Selena differently, considering he even kissed her in front of so many people, having already given up Olivia who represented purity. Compared to his clean and clear rtionship with Olivia, his rtionship with Selena was definitely not as pure.


    But now, even knowing that Selena might be in trouble, Raymond''s attitude remained cold, as if nothing had changed.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    Alex retracted his gaze and couldn''t help but smile.


    "Raymond, I''ve always been curious, after spending a night with Selena, did you reminisce about itter?"


    Raymond, who had been browsing through information, heard this and his fingers stiffened.


    As the car passed by Alex''s vi area, Raymond''s tone was indifferent, "Get out."


    Alex shrugged and couldn''t resist making a snide remark as he got off the car.


    "You''re no longer a virgin, yet still ufortable with such topics? They say once a man indulges in lustful desires, he can''t control himself. And especially someone like you, who devotes all their mind and body to work. Now that you''ve tasted the pleasures of a woman, can you still remain pure and detached?"


    Alex''s words were met with the sound of the car door closing.


    In the front seat, John pretended not to hear Alex''s words. As a screenwriter, Alex had no reservations discussing matters between men and women, even more openly than most people. Or, more urately, these questions were too explicit for Raymond''s taste.


    After all, other men in the industry were just as bold as Alex, and if the woman in question didn''te from an influential background, her fate would be even more pitiful. When ites to women they no longer love, men can be crueller than anyone else.


    Theyck empathy and tolerance, and can even resort to insane humiliation.


    In this industry, because they are ustomed to being the trendsetters of this era, many of those who have risen above the crowd have lost their humanity. Moreover, women''s status in business is far inferior to that of men. Although it sounds cruel, it''s a fact.


    During Raymond''s three years abroad, particrly on Wall Street, he witnessed firsthand the bullying of women in the workce. Age, marriage, childbirth, even the refusal to ept unwritten rules, could all be reasons for rejecting women''s job applications.


    Raymond was passionate about his work and never participated in the selection of femalepanions, so nobody was foolish enough to ask him such questions.


    Now, silence fell inside the carriage, and hisptop remained on his knees.


    He had paused his browsing, and the screen had already gone dark.


    In this quiet atmosphere, he could sense something unusual within himself. Alex''s question had dragged his thoughts back to that night. Or rather, not that night, but thest time she wore a casual camisole, revealingrge patches of fair skin. And those enticing fruits concealed beneath the fabric, they all destroyed one''s rationality.