After half an hour of this, just as I was about to switch off the device, a voice that made my blood boil echoed from the recorder.
"Ah... professor, not here, people from the company will find out."
I quickly returned the playback speed to normal and cranked up the volu. As I continued to review the videos, I realized the recorder wasn’t recording, so I didn’t have to worry about it looping and leaving evidence.
"It’s okay, this corner is so dark, and the windows are specially designed. They won’t be able to see inside," ca a voice from the shadows.
"But professor, it would be disastrous if your wife were to co down and discover us," a female voice responded anxiously.
A sudden tearing sound echoed through the air, followed by a series of intimate noises that would make anyone’s cheeks burn with embarrassnt.
I listened intently, my blood simring with anger as I recognized the voice. It was Tatiana. So, she was just as provocative behind closed doors.
Without thinking, my hand instinctively moved downwards.
The enclosed space was filled with the heavy panting of a man and the suppressed moans of a woman.
"Slow down, we can’t let the car shake. If anyone sees, it’s all over, sir."
"Hurry, listen. She’s coming..."
As the words dropped into the silence, a woman strolled past the car.
I hit the pause button as soon as I recognized the woman, my mind going blank:
Linda!
My God. I was utterly bewildered.
The footage from the dashcam was taken in the company’s underground parking lot. The man who was engaging in such activities with Tatiana in the car had to be the chairman, Steven Anderson.
I had initially thought Tatiana referring to Mr. Anderson as "professor" was part of so role-playing ga!
But now, considering Linda’s past as a university lecturer, it seed there might be more to it.
A daring hypothesis ford in my mind, and I quickly pulled out my phone to do so research.
As the CEO of Skylight Group, Steven Anderson was a well-known figure in Sevan. I typed in his na and the company’s, and his biography appeared instantly.
Steven Anderson, 35 years old, a distinguished entrepreneur from Sevan, had been awarded the title of Top Ten Young Entrepreneurs. The first part of his biography detailed his achievents, while the latter part delved into his background.
He was forrly a professor at Sevan University’s Foreign Language Departnt, where he was recognized as an outstanding educator.
My God!
He really used to be a professor!
Could Tatiana have been his student?
I quickly navigated to the company’s official website, where all the executives’ information was listed.
Tatiana Camille, Senior Vice President of Skylight Group, was a graduate of Sevan University’s Foreign Language Departnt....
I was taken aback; everything lined up perfectly. Steven’s biography didn’t ntion these details; they probably never expected that Tatiana was Steven’s student.
I realized I had stumbled upon a massive secret. No wonder Linda harbored such animosity towards Tatiana.
A student seducing her own husband was even more scandalous than the cliché tale of a mistress climbing the corporate ladder.
I resud the video, and Tatiana’s shy voice filled the air. "Professor, we should stop for a bit. It would be terrible if she found out."
Linda suddenly halted in front of the Range Rover, turned around, and stared at the car.
"It’s fine, the glass is specially designed. She won’t be able to see!"
Steven chuckled, "Let’s give Linda a show. Let her see just how wanton her student really is!"
"Professor, please. I beg you..."
I was equally aroused; their audacity was astonishing.
Linda stood before the car as they continued their gas inside, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
Their conversation stirred sothing within as well.
Linda lingered in front of the car for a mont, her brows furrowed in thought, before she climbed into her own Maybach and drove off.
The pause lasted only a few seconds.
In those brief monts, a roar echoed from the video, followed by the man’s heavy panting. "I can’t hold back any longer, it’s too exhilarating!"
"Professor, are you tired? Should we rest for a bit?"
Tatiana suggested softly.
"Heh, no problem, I’ve just been busy with social engagents lately, not in the best shape!"
His implication was clear: he just didn’t perform well this ti. I glanced at the video—a five-minute clip was only halfway through!
And there was about a minute of foreplay in the middle, suggesting Steven was sowhat impotent!
Lingering in the car, the pair took their ti to dress. "Look at you," she chided. "I told you not to be so rough! How am I supposed to go out like this?"
"It doesn’t matter," he replied, "you look even more beautiful without stockings."
A burst of laughter filled the car, coarse and unrefined.
Soon after, the vehicle departed from the underground garage.
My heart pounded as I continued my search, uncovering nurous similar videos. So even depicted Steven and Tatiana sharing a kiss in front of the car. After so consideration, I removed the mory card and copied all the videos. A total of over 180 GB, it completely filled my computer’s mory.
Returning the mory card to the recorder, I retreated to my room and began watching the videos on my laptop. It was a thrill, more so than any adult film.
The recorder revealed Tatiana’s daily routine, a monotonous cycle of work, ho, and various gas with Steven. I watched about a hundred videos, and just as I was about to shut down the computer, a video of Tatiana making a phone call piqued my interest. "I’ve collected a lot of evidence, don’t worry, just give a little more ti," she said. "It’ll be fine, just like this."
The video ended abruptly.
What evidence was she collecting? Who was she talking to? It couldn’t be Steven. My intuition told there was soone else. But exhaustion was setting in, and I had an early start the next day. I shut off the computer and succumbed to sleep.
The following morning, I was roused by the alarm at six o’clock. Despite only four hours of sleep, I felt surprisingly alert. After freshening up, I drove the Range Rover to the breakfast shop.
This restaurant was a local favorite in Sevan, known for its long queues and early sell-outs. After a twenty-minute wait, I secured breakfast and headed straight for Bay No.1. Glancing at the ti, it was three minutes to seven.
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