King looked at the drop-dead gorgeous woman before him, his heart stirring as he subconsciously swallowed hard.
This woman was as breathtakingly beautiful as a blooming poppy—any man who laid eyes on her would want to claim her for himself.
“A pleasure doing business with you!
It’s getting late, so I’ll take my leave now,” King said.
Shalma Hughes nodded.
“I’ll see you out.”
The two walked out of Serenity Tower side by side.
Along the way, King deliberately tried to strike up a conversation with her.
For the sake of their upcoming business partnership, Shalma Hughes answered every question, her responses highly professional and impeccably watertight.
Just as they were about to exit Serenity Tower, three people approached from the opposite direction.
Upon seeing who it was, Shalma Hughes’s heart skipped a beat.
She wondered, “Could this be what they call an ill-fated destiny?”
At the same time, Julian Winslow’s deep gaze, hidden behind his lenses, also caught sight of that charming figure.
He saw her eyes filled with a sly smile.
However, this smile was not directed at him, but at another man.
He couldn’t believe she could smile so uninhibitedly at someone else.
His deep eyes instantly clouded over with gloom.
While Shalma Hughes was still hesitating over whether to step forward, King had already darted ahead, his posture extremely respectful.
“Winslow…
Winslow…
what a coincidence!
To bump into you here, it must be fate, wouldn’t you agree?”
Julian Winslow shot a cold glance at the man bowing and scraping before him. This story is hosted at g.com.
He gave a brief nod in acknowledgment and walked straight past.
His tall and slender figure stood out from the crowd no matter where he was.
“Mr.
Winslow, the VIP private room has been reserved for you.
Please follow me.” The attendant led the way, behaving as if they were welcoming a king.
Shalma Hughes just stood there, wearing a polite smile as she watched him and his female companion walk toward her.
He walked past her, the two of them so close she could feel the friction of their clothes brushing against each other.
Only after he passed by did the smile on her face instantly collapse.
The look in his eyes just now had made her blood run cold, as if he wanted to devour her alive.
Turning sideways, Shalma Hughes waited until his and his companion’s backs completely disappeared from her sight before she finally stepped out in her high heels.
CLICK.
The moment they entered the private room, the door was locked tight.
Julian Winslow’s strong arm swept around the petite woman beside him, pinning her against the door while firmly restraining her hands.
Leaning in close, he saw her eyelashes fluttering as she trembled.
He knew the woman in front of him was afraid of him—yes, terrified of him!
“Are you afraid of me?” Julian Winslow asked, deliberately leaning closer as he stared at the woman inches away.
His handsome face closed in, their breaths mingling.
But as Julian Winslow looked at the shy woman before him, the image of that fake, smiling face from earlier surfaced in his mind.
Suddenly, he lost all interest in the woman in front of him.
Only when the oppressive aura surrounding her vanished did the woman dare to slowly raise her head.
She saw that the man had already moved to the window of the private room.
He stood there against the light, elegant and aloof, his tall and broad back resembling an insurmountable mountain.
“It’s getting late.
Go back and get some rest,” he said.
“Julian…
don’t you want me to keep you company?” The woman wrung her small hands and tugged at her long white dress, her eyes flickering.
She had prepared herself to give her body to him today.
Was he really just going to let her leave?
Julian Winslow turned sideways with a gentle smile.
“You’re a good girl.
Ronan Fordham is downstairs.
Once he sees you, he’ll take you home.”
The woman hesitated for a moment, but seeing the undeniable finality behind the smile on his gentle, handsome face, she obediently nodded.
“Okay.” Then, she turned around, opened the door, and walked out.
Julian Winslow withdrew his gaze and continued to stand in front of the window, looking at the scenery outside.
He wondered, “Shalma Hughes, why can’t you be as obedient as other women?”