"What did you say?" Titus Zane’s tone was as serious as his expression, while Xiao Man giggled and played dumb.
"Nothing, nothing, I didn’t say anything."
"The company" has strict rules, and at her level, one must follow orders from their superiors without question or doubt.
Because the company’s industry is special, any slight disloyalty from a subordinate towards their superior could lead to destructive repercussions.
Therefore, as soon as any dissatisfaction or resistance from a subordinate is detected, they are immediately expelled; such are the company’s rules.
Although earning money was not as easy as it was for Titus Zane, it was still no less than those stars who slept with their fathers. Xiao Man did not want to lose this hard-earned job, so she had to hide her discontent well.
How could Titus Zane not see through her slight emotions? Through the rearview mirror, staring into Xiao Man’s eyes, Titus Zane’s expression grew even more serious.
"Xiao Man, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you said today. Remember, if something happens to me, you will be Lucy’s target for vengeance! The clan has never been lenient towards employees who betray their superiors!"
Xiao Man was alarmed inside but managed not to show it; she assured Titus Zane with a smile through the rearview mirror.
"Lucy, rest assured, even if I had the intent, I wouldn’t have the courage, especially when you’ve been so caring towards me."
For every deal completed, Titus Zane would give her an extra 0.5% commission, solely because Xiao Man’s situation was much like his own—both had lost parents early and found a man for support, only to discover he would become abusive when drunk.
The clan is a mysterious entity and a refuge for women who are at their wit’s end.
"Good that you understand. Just remember tonight’s words to avoid future regrets." The light grey sedan stopped in front of the hotel, and Titus Zane got out of the car first, stepping into the lobby in his high heels.
Watching Titus Zane’s lovely figure from behind, Xiao Man muttered discontentedly, then opened the driver’s side door, walked to the lobby entrance, tossed the car keys to the valet, and also went in.
Mr. Tang spent the whole night uneasy, recalling the sight of Nathan Moore escorting Titus Zane away, and couldn’t help feeling that their relationship wasn’t as Titus claimed.
He thought of making a call to probe, but his wife Lucy Zimmerman was strict; when he took a bath, she would sit on the toilet, and when he read a newspaper, she would sit beside him watching TV.
Mr. Tang knew that his wife would probably not believe him about tonight’s events. When she kicked open the private room door, he was holding hands with Lucy, and the only reason there was no scene, like before, was due to Nathan Moore’s presence.
Looking at the woman snoring beside him, Mr. Tang wasn’t sure if she was genuinely asleep or pretending. He turned off the bedside lamp, pulled up the blanket, and lay down.
Let it go, just for one night.
The next morning, just as Mr. Tang sat down in his office, the intercom on the desk rang. He picked up the phone with a somber expression.
"President, a Miss named Lucy says..."
"Let her come up quickly, hurry." Before the secretary could finish, Mr. Tang interrupted eagerly, his gloomy face suddenly clearing up, and in his excitement, he even knocked over the phone.
Putting down the phone, Mr. Tang hurriedly walked past the lounge to the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, carefully combed his few strands of hair, adjusted his suit, and then walked out satisfied.
Passing by the large bed in the lounge, his smiling eyes lingered on it for quite a while, the curve of his lips showing a sense of pride, before he straightened his clothes and stepped out.
"Where have you been so early in the morning, making me wait for so long?" When Mr. Tang came out, Lucy was sitting idly on his big office chair, flipping through documents on the desk. Seeing him emerge, she casually put down the files and lazily stood up.
"Honey, how was it, nothing unexpected happened last night, right?" Mr. Tang hurried over, grabbed Lucy’s hand and scrutinized it carefully, especially the exposed part of her neck. Not finding any ambiguous marks, Mr. Tang’s hanging heart finally settled down.
Compared to Nathan Moore, I truly don’t see myself having any advantage.
"Still talking about it!" Mentioning last night’s events immediately changed Lucy’s expression. Her delicately made-up face showed a touch of displeasure, "If you can’t control your own tigress, then don’t provoke others, making me unable to face my friend’s husband."
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault," Mr. Tang quickly apologized amicably when his beauty got angry, stretching out his thick hand to pick Lucy up by her armpit and sat in the big chair, placing Lucy on his lap.
"Honey, don’t be mad, I will make it up to you in a moment." Mr. Tang’s thick lips whispered into Lucy’s ear, the breath he exhaled had a foul smell.
Bearing the discomfort deep down, Lucy smiled and asked, "How will you make it up?"
"You will know in a moment, hehe..." Mr. Tang smiled lewdly, his thick lips pouted towards Lucy for a kiss, which she blocked with her hand, feigning anger.
"The door isn’t closed."
"No matter, they don’t dare to come in." No sooner had Mr. Tang’s words fallen than the secretary appeared at the door holding a few blue folders, gently knocking on the door, "President, this is the proposal for the collaboration with M.O, Manager Huang has annotated the specifics for your...
...Oh come in quick. Put it down!" Before the secretary could finish, Mr. Tang, lacking patience, eyed the beauty in his arms. The secretary hesitated for a moment but still stepped in and placed the several blue folders down, reminding before leaving.
"President, Manager Huang is still waiting for your instructions."
"I know, I know, now go out, and close the door," Mr. Tang waved his hand impatiently.
The secretary left obediently, closing the door behind her.
"Honey," Mr. Tang called out with a laugh, showing a set of not very orderly teeth when he did.
"Oh you, stop it," Lucy chided, pushing Mr. Tang’s face away once again.
"Honey, don’t torture me anymore, you know, how mesmerizing you were that night..." As he spoke, Mr. Tang got up, staggeringly carrying Lucy towards the lounge.
"It’s broad daylight, what are you doing!" Lucy feigned displeasure with a hit to Mr. Tang, who only laughed more wildly.
With only a slit left of his beady eyes, he raised an eyebrow, "What do you think?"
"How would I know." Lucy pretended to be clueless.
"You’ll know when I go in," Mr. Tang’s fat forehead touched Lucy’s, his smile harboring no good intentions.
Tossing Lucy onto the large bed, his bulky body also pressed down, his hands roaming over Lucy.
"Honey, I’ve missed you so much."