Chapter 3: He is the Boss (3)_1

"Your lover?" She almost bit her tongue, her face expressing utter disbelief.

He lightly lifted his head, his indifferent lips gently uttered, "You've forgotten, last night you took the initiative to say that you loved my money, and you said—"

He paused deliberately before saying, "you and I were already involved."

He spoke with an air of nonchalance, sipping the red wine which tinted his faint lips a seductive, fiery color, adding a touch of allure to his handsome face.

Her mind was suddenly filled with thunderous thoughts.

=========I am the gorgeous separator========

Last night, in a luxurious private room at the "Night Banquet," Emma Smith was drugged by a lecherous client. She immediately excused herself to the restroom and slipped away. Before she had run very far, her body began to heat up, and her breathing became erratic.

At midnight, the "Night Banquet" was booming with business when Emma stumbled towards the exit. Just a few steps away, she saw the client coming out of the room to look for her. Her body felt weak, her head ached, and the hallway was transparent with no cover. Out of options, she saw a man nearby and impulsively grabbed him, spinning around to use the man's tall back as a shield from the scoundrel's sight.

The moment she got close to him, she could smell the scent of tobacco on him but no pungent perfume, which felt refreshing and considerate.

His chest was hot and flat, his heart pounding strongly and steadily.

The client looked around everywhere before heading towards the restroom.

She carefully peeked out from behind him, releasing the breath she held when the client left before slowly letting go of his suit.

Perhaps it was because she had relaxed; the fire inside her body burned like rampant wildfire.

He smelled so good that she could barely resist throwing herself at him!

"Th-thank you..." She staggered and let go, fighting the heat surging inside her. The moment she moved, a tingling pain radiated from her lower abdomen as if a slender finger was lightly tickling her, leaving her unable to control herself.

"Miss, are you all right?" The man had a pleasant voice, like piano keys tightening around her heart.

Boom! ——

His response caused her barely restrained rationality to gallop away. A thin layer of sweat broke out at her temple as she slowly looked up, starting from his exquisite suit to his slender neck, proud chin, soft lips, eyebrows, and eyes.

In their gaze, a familiar feeling enveloped her eyes — she knew this man!

His handsome face carried a poised expression as he looked at her slightly tipsy countenance. His pupils flickered with a hint of surprise, "You are...?"

"Robert..." Just as Emma Smith was about to speak, a charming and enchanting woman suddenly emerged from a corner, twisting her waist. Her face was tear-streaked as she pleaded pitifully, "Robert, where did I go wrong? I'll change, I beg you not to be like this to me!"

A shadow immediately crossed Robert Thomson's originally poised and handsome face. He pursed his lips, not saying a word.