She knew she had no choice but to go; otherwise, the company would surely demand a hefty penalty fee. But she was broke, penniless – where would she find the money to pay?
Now, she could only hope her tolerance for alcohol would hold up long enough to thwart their plans.
At 8 p.m., Megan arrived wearing a simple white dress, her face bare of makeup.
Yet, even unadorned, her natural beauty was striking enough to turn heads.
When the so-called senior executive saw Megan, his eyes practically popped out, his excitement causing his chubby cheeks to tremble.
As Megan approached the repulsive, greasy old man, she stiffened slightly but forced herself to appear submissive.
Pleased with her compliant demeanor, the man nodded approvingly and then broke the ice with a sleazy invitation. “Ah, you must be Megan. Indeed as lovely as I’ve heard. Come, sit by my side.”
Her agent discreetly nudged her forward. Megan stumbled slightly before sitting next to the man who immediately grabbed her smooth, pale hand with his clammy one, his tiny eyes nearly disappearing into his fleshy face as he leered at her.
Holding hands with such a man was revolting, and it took all of Megan’s willpower to suppress her disgust.
Before she could speak, the room was disrupted by noise from outside. Soon, Lucian’s tall, imposing figure appeared.
In public, Lucian always had a charming demeanor, and this occasion was no exception.
“I heard Mr. Waston was here and took the liberty of stopping by,” he said smoothly.
Everyone’s attention was captured by Lucian.
After all, as a famous actor and the head of the largest entertainment company in the industry, affiliating with him was a coveted opportunity.
The atmosphere shifted as Waston, ignoring Megan, now stood to greet Lucian with fake enthusiasm, “I didn’t expect to run into Mr. Graham here. What serendipity! Would you honor me with a drink?”
Lucian’s blue eyes flickered darkly before he smiled thinly. “Of course, how could I refuse?”
As they exchanged pleasantries, Megan buried her head deep, pretending not to see Lucian.
Meanwhile, Lucian casually chatted with the others, all the while observing the awkwardness of Megan, unable to free her hand from Waston’s grip.
After chatting for a while, Waston, initially wary of Lucian, began to notice that Lucian didn’t object to his behavior. This emboldened him, and his touches grew increasingly bold and unrestrained.