His lecherous eyes lingered on me. "Ms. White, you're quite charming! Are you married? Your husband must be a lucky man!"
As he placed his hand on my shoulder, a foul stench assaulted my nose.
Michael, sitting nearby, sipped his wine, showing no intention of helping me.
When Landon's hand started moving up my leg, I couldn't suppress the wave of nausea any longer and excused myself to the restroom.
When I returned, Landon was already a drunken mess.
By the end of the dinner, Landon still hadn’t agreed to sign the cooperation deal.
He and Michael, arms draped around each other, staggered out of the restaurant. I bundled both of them into the back seat of the car.
Just as I was about to get into the passenger seat, Michael suddenly spoke in a surprisingly clear voice, "Get out and wait outside."
Obediently, I closed the door and stood with the driver outside the car.
Almost immediately after we stepped out, Landon's wails filled the air and the car began to shake violently.
A few minutes later, Landon was tossed out, his body covered in bruises, his left arm clearly broken and hanging limply.
Before I could react, Michael grabbed him by the neck and whispered something in his ear. Landon nodded frantically, but for some reason, he couldn't utter a single word.
The driver handed over the contract and Landon, trembling, signed it.
"Get in the car," Michael ordered me.
Ignoring the battered Landon, the driver sped off.
We drove in silence until we stopped in front of a hotel.
"Get out," Michael commanded.
I looked at him, terrified, not knowing what he actually intended.
Seeing my fearful expression, the scowling Michael suddenly laughed. "Relax, I'm not going to do anything to you. Nothing happened last night."
"Didn't I promise to tell you what you want to know? Only I can protect you, but I can also destroy you."
He leaned in closer. "Did you see what happens to those who disobey and mess with me? They end up like Landon. So... be good."
A chill ran through me. Michael, I really couldn't figure him out.
Once inside the presidential suite, he led me to the sofa and handed me a cup of hot tea.
He casually flipped on the TV and immediately, indecent sounds of men and women filled the room.
I frowned, silently cursing. What the hell was this?
Unable to resist, I glanced up. My heart skipped a beat as I saw a familiar face on the screen.