Richest Mogul

Chapter 217

It was also because Jeremy maintained his integrity. Many women in the company had their eyes on him, but it was of no use.”

However, things had changed after Annabelle had joined the company.

One had to admit that Annabelle’s beauty was out of this world. Her figure was better than a celebrity’s. and she was very capable.

Compared to her, Natalie, who was a full–time housewife, paled in comparison. But still, Natalie was quite pitiful since she knew nothing of this.

Sitting in the car on her way back, Natalie sent a text to Skylar, “I struck out. The sexy outfit I bought has gone to waste. He had said that he’d be leaving for his trip tomorrow, but he left today.”

After waiting for a few minutes, she didn’t get a reply from Skylar. Natalie played with her phone out of boredom, thinking Skylar might be asleep.

At Mystic Bar, the dance floor was alive with the flickering of lights. A woman’s voluptuous figure swayed to the music. Her twisting waist occasionally collided with the men dancing closely to her

A man gripped her slender waist as his hand moved upward. “Hey, beautiful, how about we get a room upstairs?”

Maisy hadn’t let herself have this much fun in a long time. She leaned against the man’s chest and asked, Got anything good to share?”

smile. As a regular here, he knew exactly what she meant by

about we test them out first,

proposed.

she always played the good daughter and never revealed this side of herself. Now, she just

When they danced, she felt his muscles

would be anything but dull,

in a corner with something in her hand.

it all,” the man coaxed. Without hesitation, Maisy swallowed it

alone captured the scene

He had

place. They had come together several times. The atmosphere was perfect for indulgence, and they had done

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Christopher’s eyes turned red with anger. If it hadn’t been for Maisy constantly seducing him, he might have

of his downfall, Maisy, was still

strides. But Maisy had already entered the elevator with the man to head to the eighth floor. As the doors were about to close, Christopher

pulled his hat low to cover half of his face. He watched as Maisy and the man