Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around her from the front. Before she could scream, her lips were bitten by the person…
After the initial panic, she quickly recognized the scent of this man.
Lucas.
“Dare to kiss others, do you know the consequences?” He finally released her lips and said lowly in her ear.
“You…” Before she could speak, she felt a burning sensation on her chest as his hand slipped inside!
“Why do you want someone to see you like this…” His fingers teased and stroked gently in her intimate area.
“Ugh…” Amy whimpered softly, staring at him angrily.
It was so dark that only his breath sprayed on her face.
“Miss me?” He bit her earlobe and asked softly.
“Not at all.” She replied through gritted teeth.
“Heh, that’s too bad.” He applied a bit more force with his fingers, causing her some pain. At the same time, his other hand lifted her leg, sliding it between her thighs, gently grinding at her intimate place.
“Don’t do this.” Amy blushed deeply, fearing that when the lights came back on, everyone would see her in this state.
“Like this?” His fingers slipped inside, gliding over the slightly moist area, then he raised them to her nose. “Amy, you’re excited; don’t say you don’t miss me.”
“You…” Amy felt a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.
“Amy?” Naylor’s voice rang out.
Amy quickly pushed Lucas’s hand away, but her chest stung. He forcibly tore the strap of her intimate clothing, taking it away from her neckline.
“Ah…” She finally exclaimed in surprise, bending her upper body down. Both arms were tightly wrapped around her chest.
“Snap…”
A few seconds later, the lights came on.
Amy dared not look back, keeping her arms tight around her chest and swiftly ran outside.
“Ha, Naylor, what did you do? You scared away the… innocent Amy?” Jonathan pointed at Amy’s retreating figure and loudly teased. Her hair and clothes were disheveled, and it was evident that something had happened.
Naylor looked stunned as he watched her run away. He quickly turned his head, glanced over the men sitting on the sofa, and finally locked eyes with Lucas.
Lucas sat there, calm and composed, still lightly twirling his red wine glass. The rich color reflected a captivating allure. His eyes were calm, with only a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“I’ll take that project.”
He put down the wine glass, stood up, lazily said a sentence, didn’t look at them, and turned to leave.
The door closed. Jonathan grabbed the bottle on the coffee table, swung it with force, and smashed it onto the huge LCD screen in front of him. The glass shattered, splintering in all directions.
“Ah!” The women screamed and fled to the side.
Jonathan pointed at the door, yelling at Naylor,
“What’s with this guy? Trying to talk to him nicely, and he came in with an inexplicable attitude, now shamelessly saying he’s taking the project. Naylor, you can’t let your brother, me, be bullied like this, right? Tell your old man, give me the project, and I won’t give him a single penny.”
Naylor remained silent, his eyes gradually becoming sharp. The woman wearing the ruby ring, who was sitting in the corner of the sofa, stood up casually and said,
“He’s Lucas; don’t bother. It’s a waste of effort.”
“Hey, I called you to accompany me for drinks, what’s with your attitude?” Jonathan pointed at her with anger.
“Accompany for drinks? You must be blind.” The woman sneered, picked up her bag, and walked away.
Jonathan looked around and said to Naylor, “What’s up with the attitude of bar girl nowadays? Damn, if I weren’t a man, I’d have beaten her up today.”
“No, Miss Sherry White is the manager here,” a woman next to them weakly interjected.
“The manager? Since when did the manager here become a woman?” Jonathan was taken aback and immediately asked.
“You’re ignorant of many things. All you know is how to play with women. The owner here has changed… Could it be Lucas?” Another man grabbed a wine glass, suddenly raised his head, and looked at Jonathan.
A fierce atmosphere… Everyone in the room had this term in their minds.
“Why is Lucas so powerful?” Jonathan sat down next to Naylor, questioning with suspicion.
“I don’t know. I had a chance encounter with him in Las Vegas, crossed paths at the casino. He made a fortune, extremely clever, with a keen eye. He made big profits in the stock market and invested in several unknown small companies. Now those companies are making money.” Naylor lit a cigarette, pinched it with two fingers, took a light puff, with a calm expression.
“Do you have to make him sound godlike?” Jonathan was somewhat unwilling.
The people present all had strange expressions. They were all from well-off families, relying on their fathers and family background. Suddenly, a self-made man appeared, more powerful than them, and it didn’t feel good.