Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 17: Let's Do It Again Tonight

Tonight's lecture might be the most explosive one ever, and Aurora was contemplating how to approach Julian Barnet.

Make an appointment? A person like him would surely be too busy, and without any prior relationship, getting an appointment was out of the question.

Although her company was still in the preparatory stages, Aurora was accustomed to planning ahead, wanting to establish her network before going into business. The lecture was scheduled to start at 7:30 PM, and of course, Aurora wasn't actually going to attend it.

She removed her glasses, applied a fresher makeup look, donned a black dress, elegantly pinned up her hair, and stepped into seven-centimeter heels. She looked both elegant and luxurious.

She timed it so that she could either approach Julian as he arrived or after the lecture ended. After a brief consideration, she decided to take the initiative and approach him as soon as he got out of his car. Asher's information had noted that Julian was very punctual, always arriving early but never late.

Phantom, a collector's edition, came into view, while the other students had already headed obediently to the auditorium. Aurora knew

to her surprise, the car actually stopped. Aurora,

ground, followed by smooth, well-fitted trousers. "Sir, hello, I hope I'm not disturbing you,

the person could fully exit the car, a familiar voice said, "Not at all disturbing, I came specifically to see you." Hearing this, Aurora was stunned; the

was Julian Barnet, the president? Her first instinct was to run as far away as

to her, grabbing her wrist. Aurora felt she really shouldn't have come to

paths would never cross again, yet here they were, meeting so soon. "Mr... Mr. Barnet," she turned, her smile stiff, realizing she had offended him before her company even launched-effectively cutting off her own

my car and think to run?" He looked her up and down; the black silk dress made her skin appear as pale as snow, her earrings gently swaying. Her slender neck, delicate collarbones, and the high heels accentuating her long, straight legs brought back memories of how she had ignited his desire that night; she had changed so