The two women sitting next to him giggled.
“Mr. Foster asked you to take off your clothes. Didn’t you get that?” one teased.
“Now that you’re here, don’t act all innocent,” another added.
It was clear he was trying to embarrass her by making her strip in front of everyone.
Still clenching her fists, Diana fixed her eyes on Brandon, and her face flushed with anger.
“Are you willing to help me if I take off my clothes?” she asked.
“At the very least, I’ll think about it. If not, please leave,” Brandon replied casually, leaning back in his seat.
Diana could sense that, even with all the women around him, she couldn’t understand why he was acting this way.
‘Was he trying to get revenge on her?’
Without saying anything else, Diana took off her coat, showing a delicate white blouse that had a subtle allure-often the kind of outfit that attracted men.
Brandon raised an eyebrow, his gaze intense.
“Is this enough for you?” Diana asked, looking for some clarity.
“Keep going,” Brandon urged her, his eyes revealing his intense desire.
Feeling frustrated and angry, Diana calmed herself, digging her fingertips against her palms. With slow movements, she began to unbutton her blouse.
As she took off her blouse, revealing only her bra, her exposed cleavage and slender figure were enough to catch any man’s eye.
Brandon paused momentarily, then suddenly pushed the two women beside him away!
“Go away!”
Brandon yelled at the two women, who were puzzled and quickly fled after he shouted.
When the door flew open, a cold breeze brushed against Diana’s skin, making her shiver.
As the door closed, Brandon stood up and walked over to Diana, his eyes showing a deep sadness.
He looked at her closely. Even though he had been interested in the other women before, he felt nothing. But now, standing with Diana, he felt something had changed inside him.
“Are you happy now?” Diana’s voice trembled, and tears filled her eyes.
Out of nowhere, the man pulled her into a tight hug.
He lowered his head and softly kissed her.
“Stop…” Diana felt a surge of nausea. Struggling not to throw up, she pushed Brandon away.
But Brandon only held on tighter, gripping her chin and whispering, “Go ahead and throw up if you want. I can handle it.”
“No way!”
Diana clenched her fists, trembling, but somehow managed not to vomit.
Seeing that she didn’t throw up, Brandon’s furrowed brows relaxed. He saw her flushed cheeks and trembling eyelashes as he looked at her.
She looked both pained and oddly beautiful.
It stirred Brandon’s excitement. He lifted Diana onto the sofa and kissed her passionately.
The feeling of nausea gradually faded. This was Diana’s first experience with such an intense kiss, so she wrapped her arms around Brandon’s neck and breathed deeply, lost in the moment.
Their kiss was abruptly interrupted by a loud ringtone. Brandon frowned in annoyance but was reluctant to stop kissing her. He ended the call without even looking at the phone.
Meanwhile, Dave, standing by the French window in his top-floor office at the Phoenix Alliance Group, stared at his now-disconnected phone with a dark expression. He couldn’t believe Brandon had just hung up on him!
Eventually, Brandon pulled away from Diana. They both were breathing heavily, with Diana gasping for air against his shoulder, her face blushing.
“You’re not going to throw up?” Brandon whispered in her ear.
“I still feel sick,” Diana admitted, pressing her lips tightly together.
Brandon chuckled and reached for her hand.
As soon as his fingers touched a certain spot, Diana sprang out of his embrace, the nausea she had been fighting against surging up again.
It was an automatic reaction beyond her control.
Diana quickly grabbed her clothes, opened the door, and rushed out.
Brandon’s expression darkened again.
She still couldn’t fully accept him.
Feeling annoyed, he picked up his phone to check the missed call. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the caller’s name.
‘Oh no! He had hung up on Dave!’
Panicking, Brandon quickly dialed the number again.
After several rings, a cold voice answered, “Am I interrupting your fun?”
With an awkward smile, Brandon responded in an unusually polite tone, “I was busy with something, and my assistant disconnected the call. I noticed and called you back right away. What do you need?”
Dave let out a cold laugh. “I see you’ve heard about the trending topics. What I need you to do is tweet that you support Bianca.”
Brandon paused for a moment, realizing that Dave had come to him because of Bianca.
Diana had done the same thing.
He couldn’t imagine how powerful Bianca was.
After some hesitation, Brandon replied, “Dave, I want to keep a good reputation, too. The event has a bad reputation. If I support Bianca, I know I’ll get a lot of backlash. Can you let me sit this one out?”
“Are you refusing to do it?” Dave’s voice remained calm but was chilling. “Fine. Then expect to be banned from your industry.”
As Dave was about to hang up, Brandon hurriedly shouted, “Okay, okay! I’ll do it! Are you satisfied now?”
Over the years, Brandon had maintained his top position only because of Dave’s support, so he had no choice but to comply.
Dave smirked. “Do it tonight. I don’t like to wait.”
After hanging up, Brandon slumped against the sofa, wiping sweat from his forehead.
Diana returned, pushing open the door.
She was dressed neatly but looked pale as she stood in front of Brandon.
“Are you done throwing up?” Brandon asked impatiently, glancing up at her.
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Diana said softly, biting her lower lip.
With a deep sigh, Brandon stood up, put on his coat, and said flatly, “I’ve told you before. It’s not going to work between us.”
As Brandon was about to leave, Diana suddenly pulled him back.
She held on firmly and said bluntly, “I’ve done what you asked. Will you help me or not?”
Brandon turned around, looked at her, and then reached out to gently pinch her cheek.
Glancing at her cleavage, accentuated by her dress, he said with a playful tone, “Since you’ve done that, I guess I can’t say no.”
Without saying anything more, he shook off her hand and walked out.
Diana stood there, confused. Did Brandon mean he would help her?
Was he swayed because she tried to please him? She almost threw up again in front of him.
For now, she should be glad that he was willing to help, but she still felt a bit down.