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.

you're so pure, huh? Just another used-up tramp pretending to be

head down

"Crash!"


glasses shattered,

enough to silence the whole room-no one dared

the bar in

the foot of a sharply dressed,

look the least bit surprised or

Shawn wasn't the first, and he certainly wouldn't be the

calm, even voice,

and followed her out, leaving

Aicken mopped sweat from his

never imagined things would get

the short straw in

seen it all before, back when she played

even as a newcomer to business, she'd already


wouldn't end here. If anything, it would only

Shawn, still reeling from his public humiliation, slunk

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