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.