"Dinner? Mr. Davis, isn't that a bit inappropriate? You're the boss, and I'm just an employee. How does that make any sense? Besides, you've got plenty of beautiful women around you. Even if I don't go, others will be lining up for the chance. I really don't think so."
Olivia Davis was far too clever to be fooled by Ethan Davis's sweet talk.
"You remember I'm your boss, don't you? Olivia, I see you're getting bolder and bolder. Anyway, if you don't show up tonight, you won't be getting your salary bonus this month. I'm the boss, and I have the final say..." With that, Ethan walked out of the secretariat, a smug look plastered on his face.
Olivia was fuming. Was there really a boss like this in the world?
Even though she was cursing his ancestors eight generations back in her mind, she knew she had to go to that dinner. Who was she kidding? She couldn't afford to lose six hundred thousand dollars.
Fine. She'd just have to suck it up. It was just a meal, after all. Even if she lost her appetite, it didn't matter. As long as she didn't lose her job, everything else was manageable.
She should have known better than to let that scheming little snake get away earlier. Now she was paying the price.
At the Pinnacle Corporation, top floor.
The entire staff was in a frenzy. In three days, the Milan Fashion House press conference would be held.
Time was tight, and every department was under immense pressure, terrified of making a mistake. Everyone had been working overtime for nearly a week. Though they were exhausted, no one complained when they saw Liam Williams working just as hard alongside them.
When Christopher Martin walked into the president's office with a list, Liam was already grabbing his coat, ready to head out.
"Sir, this is the list of models for the show, along with the specific schedule. Please take a look..."
Liam didn't even spare a glance at the papers. He hurried out, his usually composed face showing a hint of nervousness. "I'll look at it later. You handle things carefully here at the company. We don't have to work too late tonight. Remember to come to my place after work and bring the documents that need my signature. I won't be working overtime at the office tonight."
Liam raised his wrist to check the time. It was 5:20. Perfect timing. "Oh, and I think I'll have dinner before I start working at home. I have something to take care of, so I'm off. See you later."
"Yes, sir..." Before Christopher could finish his sentence, Liam's figure had already disappeared into the elevator.
Christopher was baffled. What was going on?
Mr. Williams had always been dedicated to his work. He would usually go through everything in the company before leaving. Why was he suddenly in such a hurry? Did something happen at home?
Christopher stood there, stunned for a moment, then walked back to his office with a frown. The image of Emma Johnson flashed through his mind.
Could his boss's strange behavior these past few days have something to do with her? Was tonight's rush because of her?
Liam grabbed his keys, retrieved his car from the underground parking lot, and drove straight to find Emma. After driving for a while, he slowly realized what he was doing.
Back in his office, he had been thinking about last night. Emma had come to deliver a late-night snack in the middle of the night because he was working overtime. In the end, she was so sleepy that she fell asleep on the sofa.
So Liam was thinking, if she continued to work overtime today, how could she handle it if Emma came back to give her a midnight snack and didn't get a good rest in the middle of the night?
However, given the current situation at Pinnacle Corporation, it was impossible not to work overtime. So Liam came up with a solution that would solve both problems.
He would go have dinner first, and then let Christopher bring the relevant documents home for him to work on. That way, she wouldn't be affected, right?
Ten minutes later, Liam's imposing off-road vehicle stopped at the entrance of New York Fashion Magazine, drawing a lot of attention.
Liam got out of the car, leaned casually against the side, and stood there lazily. His presence made many girls scream and lose control.
Emma and Ava Brown walked out together, laughing and chatting. At a glance, Emma spotted the tall man not far away.
Her heart skipped a beat. Wasn't he supposed to be working overtime?
Why was he here at this hour?
Ava also looked up and saw the handsome Liam. She grabbed Emma's arm tightly. "Chief Editor, your husband is so handsome... How can there be such a perfect man in this world? I'm so jealous of you. I don't know how many good deeds you did in your past life to meet such a talented and handsome husband... Chief Editor, you should cherish him..."
Emma couldn't help but laugh. Why did everyone think Liam was so perfect? Had they ever lived with him? How could they know how terrible, hateful, and disgusting Liam really was?
To put it bluntly, the image of Liam was just the fantasy of these crazy women.
If she had to use a metaphor, it was like the model and buyer show on Taobao. You never knew how ridiculous it was to wear a dress that looked so beautiful in the picture.
Her husband was the same. Before she used him, Emma thought he was perfect. After she tried him, she knew how wrong she was. What's more, God didn't give her another chance to choose.
One word from Liam, and there was no turning back! He had shattered all her teenage dreams about her future husband.
Emma smiled wryly. "I know, Ava. Thank you for reminding me. I will cherish him."
With that, she stroked the hair on her face, gently tucked it behind her ears, and walked slowly towards him.
"What are you doing here at this hour? Have you finished your work?" Emma blinked her charming eyes and spoke softly.
"Well... Get in the car. I'm taking you to dinner." Liam took a deep look at the woman in front of him, then turned and got into the car.
Just like that? Why did he want to take her to dinner? Was there some kind of conspiracy?
Emma rarely saw Liam like this. She was worried. Didn't the ancients have a saying? When a weasel pays a New Year's visit to a chicken, it's either a traitor or a thief!
Oh, no, Liam wasn't planning to do something bad, was he?
... Money?
No, no, that was impossible. As everyone knew, the Williams family's wealth was as vast as the world. How could he be after her hard-earned money?
... Sex?
Well, that was quite possible. Looking at the past few incidents, when Liam was with her, wasn't he desperately trying to take advantage of her?