His Precious Love

Rayna stared straight at Morton with a cold, resolute look. “I didn’t expect a gentleman like you to be interested in forcing women into submission, Mr. Reed.”

However, Morton didn’t back off. “So what? Do you want to drink this whiskey or not, Ms. Garland?”

Upon accepting the wine, she gazed at it with pursed lips. Even though I won’t stay in Norwal City for long, Glory’s branch company is located here and is in Jefferson’s hands. In the future, collaboration with these businessmen is inevitable. If I don’t show him respect today, it’s possible he’ll bear a grudge against me and trouble me in the future.

Thinking that he had intimidated her when he saw her taking the glass, Morton smirked. “It seems like you do know how to respect—”

Rayna cut his sentence short by pouring the drink onto him.

That dumbstruck him.

The other men in the room promptly turned their sights toward the two of them. They didn’t expect her to have the guts to do that.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Reed. My hand slipped.” Calmly, she smiled. “Ops, I even wetted your clothing. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to compensate you for that.”

Enraged, Morton roared, “You b*tch! You’re going to pay for this!”

Rayna brushed the droplets on her sleeve away, ignoring his fury entirely. “You’re amazing and have a vast social network, Mr. Reed. However, no one wins forever. You’re free to disturb me in the future for refusing to accept your drink. However, in the future, you must remember not to ask why someone bullies you when they do.”

“You!” He didn’t expect a woman to dare embarrass him in front of so many big shots in the industry. His face was flushed with anger as he picked up the whiskey bottle on the table and swung it in her direction.

Her pupils constricted when she saw that.

surprised by that turn of events and reflexively attempted to grab

was then a slender figure with a jacket on his arm opened the door

shout, “Mr. Faymon,” he trembled and halted his movement

Rayna. “What’s the

for a

room, he recounted casually, “Mr. Reed thinks Ms. Garland is lame for only drinking juice, so he poured a glass of

I received this suit, and it was ruined in a night

acting fearlessly was that he was certain Curtis had no reason to protect Rayna. I don’t believe they have a relationship with each other. After all, if they do, why would she

Mr. Reed. It’s not like you can’t afford a few

your words in mind, Mr.

Morton. Despite sneering in his mind, he maintained an amicable expression. He then left his seat,

Curtis sat,

some breeze at the

He remained silent.

waiter served a few plates of fresh fruits. When she saw the oranges, she promptly grabbed one and peeled it. She could hear the men conversing

It’s better than the ones I ate

that she ate one after another. Upon unintentionally raising her head, she saw Morton pouring a glass of whiskey for Curtis with a bright grin. She couldn’t hear what they were talking about, though she did

oranges again, she felt extremely aggrieved

the oranges from his family’s orchard? Why does he continue to sleep with me after we go our separate ways? Besides, it’s not like I must eat these oranges. It’s my babies who want to

how Stella intercepted the call she made to the CEO’s room as well as the intimate pictures of Curtis and

it, the more disgruntled she felt. In the end, she couldn’t

ached when he saw tears stream down her cheeks and

her, and wiped her tears away. “Why are