Chapter 60.

After struggling to get away from him, Dahlia's face was

as red as a tomato. Beads of sweat trailed down her body. Her sultry eyes

looked as if they could drill a hole into Dustin's skull. Didn't he just

apply some ointment on her? So why was she giving him such an embarrassed

look? "Haven't you seen enough? Get out!" she screamed as she pulled up

the blanket to cover her body. Her slender waist and upturned hips were a

sight to behold indeed. "Just apply this ointment for three to five days,

then your scars will disappear," he said bluntly. He then put down the

ointment before leaving the room sheepishly. After about ten minutes,

Dahlia exited the room fully clothed. Compared to the woman full of rage

and shame a moment ago, the woman in front of him now was her usual, cold

self. She pretended as if nothing had happened between them at all "Lend

me your phone. I have a call to make," she ordered as she rushed over to

him while he was sipping on some chicken soup with her hand outstretched.

He didn't make a peep as he handed his phone over to her without

hesitation. "What's your lock screen password?" she asked. "Your

birthday," he answered without even lifting his head. His answer made her

stiffen and a small corner of her lips turned upwards for a short while

before disappearing again. "Hmph!" She pouted, feigning disdain. After

unlocking his phone, the first number she dialed was her family, to

update them on her whereabouts. Following that, she dialed Lyra's number.

*So good to finally hear from you again, Ms. Nicholson! Where have you

been for the past two days? How come there weren't any updates at all?"

Lyra asked anxiously. "Something came up, so a few things had to be put

on hold. How's the company doing now?" she asked. "The new company just

opened shop and is currently doing well. And with the Harmon family's

backing. everything is in order. However, the Jackson Group managed to

get itself into some hot water the past two days, I'm afraid." Lyra

explained. "What kind of hot water?" she asked, feeling a little uneasy.

"We had a hard time recouping our funds as several partners have not paid

back their share of the money yet, so the company was unable to break

even. It's a good thing that you still have that reserve fund of 80

million dollars, just enough to save the company." Lyra chuckled.

"Reserve funds?" she repeated while her expression

twisted into a frown. "I'm afraid that the money is gone," she admitted.

"Gone? What do you mean gone?" Lyra spluttered. "I trusted the wrong

person. I was fooled by Chris," she answered honestly, without trying to

conceal the truth. She then gave Lyra a quick rundown of the events that

transpired. Upon reaching the end of her story. Lyra exploded in a fit of

rage. "That bastard Chris is certainly a piece of work! How dare he cheat

us of our money when we put all our trust in him! Let's get him arrested

right away!" "There's no point. He's probably fled the country by now,"

she mumbled as she let out a soft sigh. "What should we do now, Ms.

Nicholson? The company has no liquidity, so it'll be hard to run

operations normally." "I'll think of something…" she trailed off in

reply. "Oh right, don't we still have the Harmons? Since we're their

partner, the Harmons can definitely help us if only you give them a

call," Lyra suggested hurriedly. "The Harmons?" she asked with wrinkled

brows. She would've thought of doing that had she not learned about

Natasha before this, but it was impossible to ask her for help now.

Dahlia had her pride as a woman too, so she absolutely refused to bow

down to Natasha Harmon! "I'll take care of this, so you go busy yourself

with other matters now," she directed. After exchanging a few more words

with her secretary, she hung up the phone. "What's this about the company

being in hot water?" Dustin looked up and asked. "Drive me to Eastern

River Bank. I have something to do there," she ordered without giving him

an explanation. my command," he said with a nod before finishing his soup

in one gulp. "Your wish is my He then drove the both of them in his car

to Eastern River Bank. Upon her arrival at the bank, Dahlia was quickly

ushered into a private office. As for Dustin, he was instructed to wait

outside. "Oh? Isn't this Ms. Nicholson from the Jackson Group? What

brings you here to my office today?" Sitting inside the office was a

balding man with a fat head and big ears. He perked up the moment he laid

his beady eyes on her. "Mr. Chansey, my company has encountered some

problems with our capital turnover, so we need a loan from you with the

same interest rate as before," she explained concisely. "A loan? How

much?" he asked while stroking his chin. His lecherous eyes looked her up

and down. *80 million dollars," she answered without flinching. \"Heh, you are aware that this isn't a small sum of money,

right?" he shot back with a pained expression. "This isn't the first time

we've worked together, Mr. Chansey. You should know where my company

stands by now," she retorted. "I'm afraid it's no longer a matter of

credibility, but my mood, Ms. Nicholson," he said slowly. "What do you

mean by that?" she asked, puzzled. "We're both smart, so I'll say it

outright. I've taken a liking to you for quite some time now, Ms.

Nicholson, so I'm proposing that if you sleep with me for one night, be

it 80 million or 300 million dollars, I'll make sure to lend all of it to

you!" he said, leering. "Do you have any idea what you just proposed, Mr.

Chansey?" she shot back, her brows furrowed. "I said what I said. I'm

well aware that your company is in a crisis right now and that you need

money fast. So, I don't suppose your company could get through these

tough times without my funds, right?" he said amusedly. "Are you

threatening me right now?" she asked as her expression darkened. "No need

to phrase it like that, think of it as a mutual exchange. You want my

money, and I want you for one night. If you manage to satisfy me, I'll

lend you the money. Isn't this a mutually beneficial situation for

everyone?" he explained while stretching his hands outward. 1 "You're

absolutely shameless!" she snapped. She didn't want to give him any more

of her time, so she got up to leave. "You'd better stay right where you

are!" he bellowed before continuing. "The minute you step out of my

office, I'll make sure to blacklist you! Then, good luck finding another

bank in Stonia that's willing to lend you your funds! Thus, you'd better

listen to me if you know what's good for you!" "I refuse to make such a

dirty deal with you even though I'm short on cash! Furthermore—just the

sight of your pig face makes me want to vomit!" she spat coldly. "What

the fuck did you just say to me?!" As though she managed to hit a nerve,

he instantly got out of his seat and started yelling. "For a married

woman, you sure are great at acting like a virgin! You should be glad

that I laid eyes on you! So, how dare you turn me down like that! Believe

it or not, I can make you go bankrupt with one call!" "You? Bankrupt me?

I'd like to see you try," she snorted. She was not in the least bit

afraid. "Fine! Since you're so fucking sure of yourself, don't blame me

if I use a few tricks up my sleeves! When the time comes, I'll have you

sucking on my toes!" he bellowed. "Go to hell!" she yelled. She was so

pissed she flung a cup of hot coffee directly onto his stupid face. It

was so hot it made him screech like a bitch and his face soon turned

bright red. Now he really looked like an actual pig roasting on a stick.