Jason Lockwood let her go and fastened her seatbelt. He said with a wicked charm, "If you want to go one-on-one, we can. Just not here."

"Then where do you suggest?"

Jason Lockwood raised a provocative eyebrow. "Bed!" After tossing out that one word, he shut the car door and walked around to the driver’s side.

Jasmine Warren’s face flushed beet red. She fumed for a good while before finally sputtering out a single word, "Pervert!"

"Mm, I quite like that word." Jason Lockwood wasn’t the least bit angry. He had already placed a hand on Jasmine Warren’s leg, stroking it back and forth.

’Since I’m already a pervert, there’s no need to hide it.’

Besides, he really did like the word "pervert."

"Ah! You filthy pervert, you lecher! Get the hell away from me!" ’It was one thing for him to act like this in bed, but how could he be such a pervert out in public too?’

’He was truly the most shameless, most perverted guy she had ever met!!!!’

"Tomboy, the more you’re like this, the more I like you." For a man who’d been abstinent for years, once he got a taste, he simply couldn’t hold back or control his desires.

Seeing this woman curse him out only made him want to pin her to the bed and ruthlessly conquer her...

***

Something had come up unexpectedly at X Group, so Silas Kent spent the entire day in video conferences. Mika Summers remained by his side, drafting a new project proposal as he worked.

By the time the meetings ended, it was almost ten o’clock at night.

Mika Summers glanced at her watch, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

"What’s wrong?" Silas Kent closed his laptop and walked over to her, asking with concern.

Mika Summers picked up the documents from the table and stood up. "It’s nothing. Let’s go." ’It’s so late... Tristan Grayson has probably gone home to be with Kiki by now...’

"Mm."

By the time they arrived at the Empyrean Hotel, it was already close to eleven.

Their appointment had been for ten o’clock, which meant Mika Summers and Silas Kent were clearly over forty minutes late.

For someone as punctual as Silas Kent, he definitely wasn’t going to make things difficult for these old-timers tonight. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

So, after they were seated, when those old-timers came to offer him toasts, he was very accommodating and drank every glass.

After sitting down, Mika Summers glanced around the room. She let out a small sigh of relief when she confirmed that Tristan Grayson wasn’t there.

"You must be President Summers. I’ve heard so much about you, and seeing you today, I can say your reputation is well-deserved." A bald, older man approached Mika Summers at that moment, a wine glass in his hand, and spoke with fawning praise.

Hearing this, Mika Summers turned to look at him, a sarcastic smile touching her otherwise composed face.

’Well-deserved reputation? According to the company rumors, I’m the shameless woman who climbed into Mr. Kent’s bed. The vixen and the bitch on everyone’s lips.’

’Oh? Right. There was another title: old hag.’

’So, was this old man really trying to compliment me?’

Seeing that Mika Summers didn’t respond, the bald man continued his flattery. "President Summers, to have gained such favor with Mr. Kent in just two short years, your abilities must be truly extraordinary."

Mika Summers raised her wine glass from the table and stood up, the sarcastic curve of her lips deepening. "You’re too kind. I’m just trying to make a living by Mr. Kent’s side. How could I compare to all of you here, with your wealth of experience?"

Upon hearing her words, a middle-aged man sitting across the table smirked. His tone was purely teasing as he said, "President Summers, you’re being too modest. If Mr. Kent values you so highly, there must be something special about you."