Unable to hold back any longer, her eyes widened as she unconsciously reached up her fair arm to grasp the collar of his casual clothes near his neck. With all her strength, she murmured through her rosebud lips, "Take... take me with you!"
He lowered his head, sniffing the faint sweet scent emanating from her body, as well as the unnatural heat of her body, his brow furrowing imperceptibly. With his experience, he naturally knew that there was something wrong with her.
The client smiled sycophantically, "With Robert on the case himself, the deal must naturally..."
Robert Thomson's eyes glinted with a cold sneer, "You set her up?"
The client immediately broke out in a cold sweat, "If I had known earlier that she was your woman, I..."
Gently bending down, Robert cradled Emma Smith in his arms. Unconsciously, she reached out to grab his shirt, rubbing her head against his chest like a little cat.
Looking into her hazy eyes, blurred by alcohol and drugs, he opened his thin lips, and uttered a few indisputable words: "If you want a woman, there is another one here..."
After finishing his sentence, he carried her away without any hesitation, leaving behind the astonished and confused client, as well as a pale-faced Sthefany.
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Seeing Robert Thomson sitting leisurely on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking satisfied as though he had just eaten his fill after enjoying her, Emma Smith felt an urge to bash her head against a wall.
"Tell me, how much do you want?" Robert asked as naturally as if he were discussing something as simple as eating or drinking, rather than starting an illicit affair for money.
After all, he had already dismissed his previous lover, and there was an opening in his schedule for a new bedmate.
Emma took a moment to calm her pounding heart before speaking calmly, "Thank you for what happened last night, but I didn't mean what I said when I was drunk."
Robert stared into her calm eyes with an expression of surprise. There was a hint of determination in her cold demeanor that reminded him of—her?
His eyes darkened, and instead of following up on his earlier question, he asked, "You work at the Thomson Group too?"
He vaguely remembered the pudgy client from earlier, who seemed to be one of their collaborators.
She nodded, "I am the deputy manager of the Electronic Sales Department."
Robert nodded, "You don't have to do that anymore. Come be my secretary instead."
Her head shot up in astonishment. Inside the Thomson Group, who didn't know that today's Robert Thomson was no longer the same man he had been five years ago, passionate only about film and television?
He was ruthless, his so-called "full-time" female secretaries changed every few months. Each one was beguiling, each one "capable of anything."
After a brief moment of surprise, she said indifferently, "Mr. Thomson, you must have misunderstood. I have no intention of selling myself."
He was somewhat taken aback – perhaps he had been spoiled by too much female adoration over the years. He hadn't expected to experience being rejected by a woman again.
However, when he thought back to that morning five years ago when she had left in a disheveled state, eager to distance herself from him as if he were a deadly monster, it seemed fitting.
She put on her clothes one by one, her expression calm and natural. As she exited the bed, the soreness in her legs caused her to frown slightly. Once she had steadied herself, she bowed politely to him: