As Tiffany walked through the office, employees passing by either looked shocked or stayed silent.
Only a few immediately nodded <b>and </b>greeted her. “Go
“Mrs. Hampton.” Voices rose one after another.
morning, Mrs. Hampton.”
<b>Tiffany </b>nodded in acknowledgment and headed straight for the CEO’s private elevator.
The button lit up, and the face recognition–enabled elevator opened. Tiffany stepped inside.
Richard had given her all kinds of privileges, and the private elevator was one of them.
The numbers climbed steadily as the elevator ascended.
Once Tiffany was out of sight, several employees on the first floor gathered and whispered, “Do you think Mrs. Hampton is: here to <b>apologize </b><b>to </b>Mrs. Hampton? That scandal broke out this morning.”
“Honestly, Mrs. Hampton has <b>nothing </b>going for her besides her looks! I really feel bad for Mr. Hampton. He’s such <b>a </b>cool, disciplined, and powerful man, yet he’spletely smitten by a <b>woman </b>like that,” a womanmented.
A young woman echoed, “Exactly! A loose woman like Tiffany is bound to stir up trouble, even after marriage. Who knows when we’ll hear <b>about </b>her and that man from the Harper family again.”
A woman in brown said, “Speaking of which, when that scandal was exposed today, Mr. Hampton didn’t even have it taken down. You know what <b>that </b><b>means</b>? It means he’s angr
Who knows if tomorrow’s wedding will even happen?”
The group of women huddled together, their voices dripping with sadism. If the wedding really got called off, they would be thrilled to see it happen.
After all, so many people dreamed of marrying into wealth. If Richard’s wedding fell apart, the <b>women </b>in the entire city would probably burst outughing, and it would mean their chances <b>came</b>.
“Ding. The elevator arrived at the top floor.
Tiffany, familiar with theyout, headed straight for the CEO’s office at the far end.
When Tyrone spotted her, he rushed over with his mouth opening in relief. “Mrs. Hampton! You’re finally here!”
Seeing the assistant’s flustered and almost desperate expression, Tiffany asked, “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? Well, you hung up on the King of Jealousy.
‘Not only did you not appease him, but you also ignored him. and the office instantly plunged into a chilling silence. His presence makes it feel like the walls are closing in.
I genuinely thought I might not make it out alive! Tyrone yelled internally but carefully exined, “Mr. Hampton is in a <b>bad </b><b>mood</b>… Please go cheer <b>him </b>up.
If Tiffany didn’t, Tyrone doubted he <b>would </b>survive another day working there.
“Oh Tiffany nodded in understanding and walked briskly toward the intimidating office everyone avoided.
The door opened to reveal a spacious, minimalistic <b>room </b>with clean lines and a polished aesthetic. Sunlight streamed in through the floor–to–ceiling windows,plementing the gray toned <b>floor </b>and the understated luxury of the decor.
In the center of the room sat arge desk, behind which Richard was immersed in paperwork, his expression cold and
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Dressed in a tailored suit with a crisp white shirt underneath, his strong presence exuded restraint and authority, mixed with an air of unattainable allure. His long and slender fingers <b>moved </b>gracefully, his every motion clean <b>and </b>captivating
As Tiffany’s gaze traveled upward, she saw his wlessly handsome face. It was impossible not to be struck by his sheer beauty. Even now, her breath hitched just looking at him. She stood frozen in ce, momentarily dazed.
Despite their <b>intimate </b>rtionship and connection, every time Tiffany saw him from a distance, her heart still fluttered.
She stood at the door in a daze, forgetting to move.
Richard raised his head. His deep eyes shed briefly with surprise and joy upon seeing her, but he quickly masked it with an indifferent expression as if nothing had happened<b>. </b>
Then, he deliberately put on a long face to show her that he was <b>very </b>angry.
Tiffany closed the door and strode forward.
Leaning over the desk, she propped herself up, her face blocking the paperwork as she smiled brightly and said, “Richard, are you <b>really </b>angry?”
Richard turned his chair <b>slightly</b>, avoiding her <b>gaze</b>.
Tiffany stayed draped over the desk, resting her chin in her <b>hands</b>. “I hung up on you because I wanted toe see you in person. Don’t you think it’s better to talk face–to–face? Or… you don’t want to see me?”
Richard gave her a sidelong nce. His typically cold and unyielding expression wavered unexpectedly when his eyesnded on an enticingly graceful neckline.
He coughed, and his expression became a little unnatural. Though he tried to maintain hisposure, his eyes betrayed <b>him </b>with their fleeting nces.
Tiffany still leaned on his desk and looked at <b>him </b>with a smile, seemingly unaware of everything.
But Richard knew what she was up to. This little minx is doing this on purpose. She is deliberately teasing me, using her charms to sway me! And damn it, I’m falling for it.”
Cursing internally, Richard’s enigmatic eyes deepened. He stretched out his long arm to pull her into hisp.
Without giving her a chance to escape, he imed her lips with a fierce, domineering kiss. It was passionate, consuming, and left no room for <b>resistance</b>–a kiss that burned with unrestrained intensity and raw possessiveness.
Tiffany felt likeughing but instead fully embraced him, responding just as eagerly.
The temperature in the room climbed steadily.
At some point, her arms were wrapped around his neck, and his <b>bands </b>began wandering downward.
It was a moment <b>that </b>could easily spiral into something unstoppable. But then there were knocks on the door, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning.
Richard reacted immediately, pulling Tiffany’s clothes <b>back </b>into ce in an instant. Tiffany was even quicker, slipping <b>under </b>the desk to hide before the door fully opened<b>. </b>
Everything looked normal, as if nothing had just happened.
The intruder turned out to be a foreign business partner who lug been negotiating a deal with thepany.
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The man <b>said</b>. “Mr. Hamptop, about the coboration we discussedst time, why has the interest rate increased by another one percent! This is uneptable.”
Behind him trailed Tyrone, who looked defeated and frazzled. He had tried his best to stop the <b>man </b>but couldn’t him from barging in.
Tyrone scanned around the room nervously <b>and </b>wondered in shock, Where is Mrs. Hampton?”
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There was no trace of Tiffany, <b>but </b>Tyrone couldn’t help but feel that his <b>boss’s </b>face looked so much grimmer it seemed
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Tyrone’s heart skipped a beat. He cried for help internally, ‘God, please save me!”
Oblivious to the tension in the air, the foreign partner continued rambling,unching into a lengthy monologue. “Mr. Hampton, regarding this deal. I have several more requests. First, yourpany needs to cut down three percent, and also that batch of…”
The man droned on and on,pletely unaware that Richard wasn’t listening to a single <b>word</b>.
Because under the desk, mischievous little hand was slowly creeping up his pant leg.
Damn it. Richard clenched his jaw, trying to collect himself. He reached down to grab her hand, hoping to stop whatever disaster she was about to cause.
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Richard’s expression darkened further, his usually cold eyes now filled with a raging storm. They were icy yet burning. swirling mix of suppressed fury and uncontroble desire.
Practically gritting his teeth, he forced out a low, warning growl, “Knock if off”