The next day, Mark came to find Prisley. "I'll take you to a party tonight." His smile was brighter than usual, and there was a hint of mischief in his eyes.Prisley was still a bit shaken from her encounter with Filla the night before. "Boss, can I skip it? I'm a bit PTSD about parties now."Mark laughed. "Don't worry, tonight's party is different from the ones before. I promise you'll like it."Prisley knew Mark wouldn't lie to her. But she still retorted, "What if I don't like it?""Then you can do whatever you want with me. But... I don't think you'll get that chance."Mark gazed at Prisley with deep affection, making her shyly avoid his eyes.The car drove into a grand mansion's courtyard, and the huge iron gate slowly opened.Tall trees lined the long driveway. The mansion's exterior was elegant and solemn, with intricate and luxurious decorations everywhere, showcasing the owner's exquisite taste.When they got out of the car, several servants were already waiting at the door.
"Marry me, Prisley. It's that simple."Prisley's face stiffened, her eyes widening with disbelief. She awkwardly pushed Mark away. "Don't joke around. It's impossible."Mark’s grip tightened as he held her close, his breath warm against her ear. "Why not? I love you, and you like me. We're a perfect match," he said with a mix of hope and arrogance.Prisley took a deep breath and pushed Mark away firmly. "Mark, you need to understand. We're from different worlds. Your family expects you to marry a wealthy heiress. We won’t have a future."Her face flushed with pain. "I don't want to jump from one hopeless situation into another. Even though you’re kind and steady, marriage in your world is just a business deal."Although Mark was interesting, steady, and deeply in love with her, Prisley knew that marriages in wealthy families were just business arrangements.Mark’s face reddened, his breathing heavy. "Why can't we have a future? I can love whoever I want. No one can stop me!"Prisley p
“Is this the kind of garbage you call a report?”The atmosphere outside the investment manager's office was heavy and suffocating. Employees tiptoed past, careful not to provoke the manager's wrath.The scolding from inside cut through the air like a cold blade, straining everyone’s nerves.A tall young man stood nervously before the new manager, Fila. His hands were clenched, knuckles white from pressure. His eyes were filled with defiance. He had to bow his head and endure the humiliation.Fila's tirade was relentless. It rained down like a storm. She had been berating Bob for almost half an hour.“Fix this report by the end of the day. If it’s still not right, you can resign!”Bob wiped the sweat from his forehead. He walked out of the office, his eyes full of resentment. Outside, a few colleagues stopped him. They whispered, “What happened, Bob?” careful not to upset him.Bob threw the document onto his desk. “I’ve revised this report several times. She’s never satisfied. She says
Filla walked in, holding a folder.She wore a business suit, her hair in a high bun, looking quite a bit like Prisley.But Filla's makeup was heavier, her clothes more expensive, making Prisley look fresher in comparison.Steve exchanged a meaningful glance with Heather.Seeing Filla, a small smile appeared on Heather’s usually poker face."Hey Filla, didn't expect to work with you," Steve greeted casually. He sat aside, watching them gossipingly.Filla went straight to Heather’s chair and sat down as if she owned the office."Heather, I have a proposal to discuss with you." She glanced at Steve, her expression wary.Heather smiled, "Go ahead, Steve's not an outsider. He'll be overseeing your investment department. So you'll report directly to him from now on."Filla shifted slightly in her seat, letting her skirt ride up just a bit. She leaned forward, ensuring Heather got a glimpse of her neckline."Heather, I've put a lot of thought into this proposal," she said, her voice dropping
Heather stood by the office window, looking a bit frustrated. Filla's performance today had been embarrassing.Steve asked, "What are you going to do? How are you planning to handle this? You've always been good at selecting talent and have the best people in every department. But now, it seems Filla might be staining your career."Steve wanted to tease him but felt the situation was too serious for that.Heather turned around, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness and irritation. "Removing Filla from her position is going to be complicated. You know I owe her mother a debt."Years ago, Filla's mother was Heather's private tutor. During an outing, Heather fell into the water and got tangled in debris, unable to save himself. Filla's mother jumped in to rescue him, but she was swept away by the current due to exhaustion.Heather's father valued loyalty and decided to raise Filla, providing her with a good life and quality education. So, Filla grew up close to Heather and David.Steve
Heather angrily opened the door and got out of the car, walking towards them.Prisley and Mark were in a deep embrace, not noticing someone approaching.Suddenly, Mark was yanked away and got a hard punch to the face. He let out a painful groan.Prisley screamed, "No! Heather, stop!"But Heather was like a madwoman and didn't listen at all.Mark was not one to back down. After taking the punch, he stepped back, adjusted himself, and lunged at Heather.The two started fighting fiercely, exchanging punches and kicks.Prisley shouted, "Stop! It's not good if someone sees this!""YYou both have reputations. Don't act like this. Heather! Mark!"But the two madmen didn't listen and continued to fight intensely.Prisley couldn't decide whom to help. In her heart, she didn't want either of them to get hurt.Seeing that persuasion was useless, Prisley stepped forward to separate them.Heather swung a punch, but Mark dodged, and the punch landed heavily on Prisley's abdomen.Prisley let out a s
In David's office, on the comfortable chair, Filla was sitting on David’s lap, kissing him passionately."Filla, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. How did I not know you were this wild?" David said playfully.Even when Filla and Heather were dating, David coveted Filla’s beauty. But Heather’s dominance kept him from acting on his desires.The more unattainable something was, the more David wanted it. He had no real feelings for Filla. He just wanted to obtain something that was challenging to get. And taking her from Heather made it all the more satisfying. That sense of achievement was far greater than closing any business deal.David harbored deep-seated jealousy and a desire for revenge against Heather. He had even tried to seduce Prisley, but she never gave him a chance. Now that Filla was offering herself, David had no reason to refuse.Filla's hand slid down from David’s chest, moving slowly to his lower body. She unzipped his pants and, with a provocative smile, asked, “
Filla, determined to please David, used every trick in her book. She employed her mouth, her hands, every method she knew. Finally, David let out a low moan and went soft, sweat dripping from his forehead."Bitch, you're amazing. Just like you said, I would enjoy you." David cleaned himself up and zipped his pants, looking satisfied. He didn't even give Filla a kiss or a touch, his eyes cold and indifferent."Will you fall in love with me?" Filla asked seductively, her voice soft and silky, her eyes filled with hope.David laughed with sarcasm and disdain. "How could I fall in love with you? How ridiculous! Filla, you and I can only be secret lovers. Don't think too far ahead."Despite having anticipated this, Filla still felt a bit uncomfortable. But she didn't want to anger David."You’re such a slut. Heather enjoyed you for so many years. He really knows how to enjoy life.""I hope you'll come back tomorrow. We'll try something different."David lit a cigar and started making calls