Eleanor Spencer woke up in a daze, her head felt like it was going to explode, her body felt like it had fallen apart. She opened her eyes and, seeing Nathan Johnson's bare upper body, suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Who... who are you?!" Eleanor Spencer cried out in shock, realizing she felt a chill on her skin, grabbed the quilt to cover herself, and glared at Nathan Johnson in shame and anger.

The headache was killing her, scenes from last night flitted through her mind like a movie.

She... and him...

Yesterday, she was just in a bad mood and went to the bar and had a few extra drinks, originally to anger Nancy Carter, who would've thought this would happen now.

Eleanor Spencer had just wanted to threaten him not to tell anyone about what happened today when she saw the man stand up. Nathan Johnson walked over to a camera stand, took the camera down, and fiddled with it on his phone.

"What... what is that?" Eleanor Spencer asked, her face pale.

Nathan Johnson curled his lips into a bizarre smile, as a "beep—" sounded, a blush-inducing sound echoed from within.

Eleanor Spencer's face changed dramatically, she didn't need to think to know what was inside, she jumped off the bed, disregarding how disheveled she was, eyes crimson, face contorted, hair disordered, and frantically tried to snatch the camera from Nathan Johnson's hand.

Nathan Johnson activated the camera function, holding it high to aim at her, the dark and sinister look in his eyes spilling over, his lips curled in a maliciously cold smile.

He clamped his hand around Eleanor Spencer's neck and pressed her against the icy wall, sneering, "Tsk tsk, how come after a night of pleasure, now you don't know me? Last night, don't know who was continually asking for it? Want to enjoy our masterpiece from last night again? I've kept it intact for you."

The camera was aimed at Eleanor Spencer's face, then slowly moved down.

Looking at the blinking red light, Eleanor Spencer closed her eyes forcefully, asking in a deep voice: "What do you want? Money? Tell me how much for you to delete this footage."

Nathan Johnson snorted, "How much do you think can buy the reputation and innocence of the nation's goddess Eleanor Spencer?"

His grip tightened, watching her face gradually turn liver-colored, his lips curled sinisterly, "My demands are simple, be at my beck and call when I need, otherwise I can't promise whether this explosive footage will be leaked online."

He released Eleanor Spencer and stepped into the bathroom, casually saying, "Your agent will come to pick you up later, get out before I come out."

Eleanor Spencer clutched her neck, gasping for air, her eyes filled with hatred and tears, roll out... Ha, she had really become a worthless garment discarded after use, like Aurelia Shaw said, would Mason Nightshade still want her like this? But all she did was for him! So he could look at her one more time!

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When the door knocked.

Eleanor Spencer was already dressed, her whole demeanor back to normal, she wore sunglasses that hid her red eyes, opened the door, and Nancy Carter stood outside, eyes hiding an overwhelming darkness.

She bypassed her and walked into the elevator.

Nancy Carter said nothing, drove her home.

Arriving home, Eleanor Spencer staggered upstairs, her steps unsteady, legs trembling, almost falling, finally made it into the bedroom, and rushed straight into the bathroom.

The bathroom door was suddenly slammed open by the person behind!

"What are you doing?" Eleanor Spencer glared angrily at Nancy Carter.