Shawn's heart fluttered like a cat pawing at a ball of yarn-restless, itching, wanting more.

"Of course not. Even if I lied to anyone else, I wouldn't dare try it on a gorgeous woman like you, Ms. Cameron."

He was practically spellbound, his composure slipping away with each passing second. Grinning, he raised his glass, inching closer to Stella.

"To Ms. Cameron," he said, eyes gleaming with thinly veiled desire. He tried to tip her delicate chin up with the rim of his glass, aiming to press her lips to the drink.

Stella's expression turned ice-cold in an instant.

With a swift, decisive motion, she snatched the glass from his hand and flung its contents straight into Shawn's face.

The private lounge, which had been filled with laughter and chatter, fell eerily silent.

Everyone stared, stunned. No one even dared to breathe.

Shawn, now dripping and humiliated, snapped back to his senses. Pointing an angry finger at Stella, he exploded, "Did you really just throw that at me?! Don't you want this contract anymore?!"

Stella's face remained impassive. "Not enough to sell myself for it."

Exposed and publicly humiliated, Shawn's anger boiled over.

huh? Just another used-up

his head

"Crash!"


shattered,

the whole room-no one

sprawled over the bar in a humiliating pose,

a sharply dressed,

part, didn't look the least bit surprised or

the first, and he

calm, even voice, she said, "Joshua,

foot and followed her out,

in the corridor, Aicken mopped sweat

get so out

always draw the short

before, back when she

a newcomer to business, she'd already


anything, it would

Shawn, still reeling from his

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