The moment Layla saw Rose, she was taken aback, marveling at how small the world truly is.
“Running into you everywhere? Shouldn’t I be the one saying that? With your high status coming here, it’s quite surprising,” Flynn said with a sneer.
Layla replied with a cold face, “Ms. Sharp, with a net worth of billions, has also come here, hasn’t she?”
“Dr. Woods can summon Sordoff with just one phone call; Ms. Sharp doesn’t dare compare with you,” Flynn retorted with a scoff.
Layla coldly said, “Stop being sarcastic here, but since you mentioned it and recognized my strength, I advise you to give up your resistance early.”
“Otherwise, you’ll only be utterly defeated!”
Feigning surprise, Flynn said, “Are you suggesting that if we stop resisting, the alliance of the three families will spare Ms. Sharp?”
Layla, not wanting to waste words with Flynn, a mere employee soon to be a dismissed puppet, turned to Rose and said, “There’s no need for this to be a fight to the death. If Ms. Sharp is willing to compromise, I can facilitate peace talks.”
Rose asked indifferently, “What kind of compromise?”
“Return the two companies to the Swanson’s Group, agree to our investment in the Sharp’s Group, and from now on, follow the commands of the three-family alliance.”
Hearing this, Rose scoffed, “Ms. Woods, your calculations are quite loud!”
“Why don’t I just hand over the Sharp’s Group to you?”
Flynn couldn’t help but laugh at Layla’s outrageous demands.
If they agreed, the Sharp’s Group would lose all autonomy and would have to share two ancient recipes, effectively becoming a vassal and puppet of the three-family alliance.
This demand was shamelessly outrageous.
Layla’s expression darkened as she said arrogantly, “Since Ms. Sharp is so ungrateful, I will not hold back.”
She had no desire to become the leader of the pharmaceutical industry or to amass more wealth. The wealth she already had was sufficient, and she was quite satisfied with the current status of the Woods family. Her true pursuit was the ultimate in Martial Arts and Medicine!
She was only targeting the Sharp’s Group at the invitation of her close friend Lilia, not wanting it to escalate into a life-or-death struggle. But seeing Rose’s attitude today, as if viewing her as a fool, Layla felt insulted.
She wondered, were her conditions excessive? They were merely giving Rose a chance to survive!
She hadn’t even demanded a $10 billion compensation from Rose for Lilia, which was a favor in itself.
Rose not only refused but also mocked? Where did she get the courage?
Could it be that Rose had a trump card? But hadn’t Cruz instructed Braiden to sue her?
Even if the military didn’t punish him severely, he wouldn’t dare to interfere in the business war anymore, would he?
“Go back and prepare!” Layla declared. “The Sharp’s Group, the three-family alliance has you cornered! With me here, not even Jesus can save you!”
If Cruz continued to interfere, could he bring forth $80 billion? Doubtful!
Layla sneered contemptuously, leaving Rose with a cold and arrogant back as she exited the Riverside Club.
As for Flynn, she didn’t even glance at him. Such a clown, just a few more days of struggle and he wouldn’t be worth a second look!
What use was good kung fu in a society that valued connections, skills, and family heritage? Even a mighty warrior must kneel before a three-year-old emperor!
“Is that $500 billion you mentioned real?” Rose asked again.
Flynn shrugged nonchalantly, raising his eyebrows, “If it wasn’t real, do you think I’m here to joke?”
“That makes things interesting…” Rose believed Flynn’s words, smiling slightly, revealing a row of teeth as white and pure as pearls, her eyes sparkling like crescent moons.
A smile that could captivate a city.
Enchanting and mesmerizing.
“Today’s spending was worth it!” Rose handed a card to Flynn, her smile blooming like a flower.
Flynn shrugged nonchalantly, uncommitted.
Who could say otherwise?
He had secured $500 billion for her, and Rose spending a thousand dollars on a massage was indeed a bargain.
The two took the shorts and t-shirts provided by the club and went to their respective baths.
First, a bath, then a massage.
“Franklin, who are these two, being so arrogant in front of Miss Woods?” Zane asked, unable to contain his curiosity as he watched the two leave.
Franklin scoffed dismissively, “Just business rivals! If I’m not mistaken, that must be Rose. She’s been quite prominent lately.”
“However, I heard that her backer, Cruz, was sued. Rose’s good days are over; everyone can bully her now!”
“She only snapped at Dr. Woods out of desperation.”
The business war between Sharp’s Group and the three alliances seemed distant to the common folk.
Not knowing Rose.
But Layla was infamous, known to all.
Franklin, having some money, liked to invest in stocks and was aware of Rose’s situation.
“She really is suffering just to save face,” Zane said with disdain before going back to his own tasks.
After learning that Flynn had secured fifty billion dollars, Rose felt as if she had sprouted wings, completely relieved.
After a luxurious bath, she changed into shorts and a t-shirt and headed to the private room.
Flynn was already there, being attended to by a beautiful therapist rubbing essential oil on his legs.
Dressed in a high-slit cheongsam embroidered with golden phoenix patterns, her figure was graceful, her legs pale, her hands delicate and soft, and her technique gentle.
Flynn seemed to be enjoying it, his gaze wandering. He didn’t even notice Rose entering.
“It’s a bit unfair, isn’t it? All female therapists; are there any males?” Rose coughed lightly and joked.
The therapist assigned to Rose replied, “We do have male therapists if you need…”
“No!” Flynn quickly sat up, volunteering eagerly:
“Ms. Sharp doesn’t need a male therapist, right? My skills are quite good.”
“How about I give it a try?”
Seeing Flynn eager to start, Rose chuckled and quickly waved her off, “No, let this lady do it.”
She muttered ‘old lecher’ under her breath, lay down on the bed, adjusted to a comfortable position, and closed her eyes in enjoyment.
Perhaps because she was in such good spirits, for the first time in ten years she felt this relaxed, and when the therapist began, Rose couldn’t help but hum in pleasure.
Her moans were soft and melodious, like a gentle song from the south, filled with subtle seduction and desire, stirring the senses.
Flynn, unable to resist, felt an unbearable itch in his heart.
He endured for several minutes.
Finally, he turned his head towards Rose with a look of grievance and began, “Ms. Sharp, could you perhaps…”
Before he could finish, Rose turned her head, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, a seductive smile playing on her lips, and softly asked:
“What’s the matter? Hmm~hmm~”
The rumbling sound-
Flynn, overwhelmed, felt his body react, his blood rushing like thundering hooves.
His mouth dry and tongue parched.
“It’s nothing, carry on…”
Flynn reached for his teacup to drink some water, but just as he touched it, Rose moaned again.
“Hmm~hmm~”
“Clang!”
Flynn’s hand trembled, and he knocked the teacup to the floor, breaking it into two pieces.
“Sorry, I broke your teacup. How much is it? I’ll pay for it when I pay the bill,” Flynn said with an embarrassed laugh, his face flushed.
The beautiful therapist paused, shook her head, and said, “Sorry, we only provide massages and don’t know the prices. Please wait, I’ll ask.”
She pressed the intercom and said:
“Zane, guest 68 broke a teacup. How much is it?”
“Guest 68? Hold on, I’ll be right there.”
Soon after, Zane walked in, recognized the man who had offended Layla earlier, and smiled:
“This gentleman is lucky. Broken pieces bring safety. This cup, well, it’s not expensive. To bring good luck, let’s say 188, 888 dollars.”