A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 13: Jasper Ford, You Bastard

Vivian Quincy had considered many possibilities. She thought maybe Jasper Ford couldn’t find a date at the last minute and she just happened to stumble into his path, which was why he impulsively decided to bring her to the gala. But Vivian never imagined Jasper Ford could be this outrageous!

She was Jasper Ford’s employee, yes, but she wasn’t an object to be passed around like a piece of merchandise!

Vivian Quincy felt utterly humiliated. Clenching her fists, she said, "Did President Ford even ask me before making this decision?"

Jasper Ford’s sharp gaze finally fell upon Vivian Quincy’s furious face. A slight smirk touched his lips. "Is a hundred thousand enough?"

’A hundred thousand?’

Vivian Quincy found it laughable. ’Does he think I’m for sale?’

Simon Sutton, who was watching the drama unfold from the sidelines, saw the pained smile on Vivian Quincy’s face. He didn’t know why Jasper Ford would publicly humiliate a woman like this, but his actions were indeed going too far. Just as Simon was about to step in and smooth things over, he saw Vivian pull a bank card from her purse.

"What a coincidence. I have a hundred thousand right here. That should be enough to buy your thick hide, President Ford!" With that, Vivian Quincy snatched a glass of red wine from a passing waiter’s tray and splashed it all over Jasper Ford.

In an instant, the entire gala fell silent!

All eyes were fixed on Vivian Quincy, a mixture of shock and astonishment on every face.

"Who is that girl?"

"Good god, is she insane? How dare she offend President Ford! Does she have a death wish?"

Everyone was stunned by Vivian’s actions. Even the man himself, Jasper Ford, hadn’t expected this seemingly docile woman to do something so brazen.

The temperature in the room seemed to plummet. He gripped Vivian Quincy’s wrist, his voice tight with suppressed fury as he asked Simon Sutton, "Where’s a guest room?"

Simon Sutton???

Looking completely baffled, he stammered, "Third floor. The elevator on the left goes up."

Jasper Ford forcefully dragged Vivian Quincy toward the stairs, leaving a crowd of dumbstruck guests standing frozen in place.

"What’s going on? Where is President Ford taking that girl?"

"Does anyone know what’s happening?"

The guests all looked at each other, and finally, all eyes landed on Caden Chandler. Feeling extremely uncomfortable under their intense stares, Caden quickly bolted upstairs.

Inside the room, Jasper Ford slammed the door shut and locked it. He shoved Vivian Quincy onto the bed, shot an impatient glance at the wine stain on his suit, and commanded, "Get it clean!"

Vivian Quincy stubbornly scrambled up from the bed, her chin held high in defiance. "Don’t you have hands? A hundred thousand should be more than enough to get it dry-cleaned."

"Woman, you’re courting death!" A terrifying chill radiated from Jasper Ford.

Vivian Quincy scoffed. "So you’re allowed to bully people, but I’m not allowed to fight back? Let me tell you something. I may be an employee of Imperium, but I have no obligation to accompany you to social functions. Even if I were to quit, you have no right to humiliate me!"

Suddenly, Jasper Ford laughed. The crisp, clear sound was surprisingly pleasant. "A five-million-dollar breach of contract fee. You’re free to leave the moment you can afford to pay it."

"What five million?" Vivian Quincy was stunned.

His strong, slender fingers gripped her chin, his voice dangerously smooth. "Did you think a salary at Imperium was so easy to earn? Didn’t the manager tell you when you were hired that resigning on your own accord during your contract period requires paying a penalty?"

Anyone who resigned voluntarily during their contract period, unless fired by a superior, had to pay a hefty compensation fee. Vivian had heard about this when she was hired, but the HR manager had said that a large company like Imperium wouldn’t be that harsh. If an employee truly wanted to leave, they would be merciful and let them go. Because of that, Vivian hadn’t paid it much mind at the time.

She never imagined that Jasper Ford, the esteemed president of a major corporation, would actually concern himself with such trivialities involving a new, low-level employee like her!

Vivian Quincy was furious and frustrated, but she couldn’t find a single word to argue back.

Seeing her fuming, wanting to lash out but too afraid to move, put Jasper Ford in an excellent mood. His pale fingers brushed across her red lips. "So, tell me now. Do you want to quit?"

"You bastard," Vivian Quincy muttered under her breath.

Jasper Ford didn’t get angry. Instead, he gave a devastatingly charming smile. "Since you’re not leaving, then... you’d better figure out what to do about my ruined shirt."

He slowly and deliberately unfastened the buttons on his shirt, one by one. Right in front of Vivian, he took it off, revealing his broad, well-defined chest. Then, he tossed the shirt, still smelling of wine, into her lap and turned to enter the bathroom.

The shirt was still warm from his body heat, and Vivian’s heart hammered in her chest. Other than that one night, this was the first time she had seen a man’s bare chest!

Listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, a wave of déjà vu washed over Vivian, making her flush. Her heart was beating wildly. ’I must be going crazy,’ she thought.

The shirt in her hands felt like a hot potato; she wanted to throw it down but didn’t dare. She could only stare helplessly at the light shining from under the bathroom door. ’What am I supposed to do now? Take it to be dry-cleaned?’

As she was debating what to do, the bathroom door opened.

Jasper Ford emerged, wrapped in a white bathrobe. Fresh from the shower, his messy hair was still dripping with water. As he towel-dried his hair, he shot a cold, displeased glance at his shirt. "Is it clean?"

"How was I supposed to wash it while you were in the bathroom?" Vivian Quincy averted her eyes, feeling a bit flustered. "I’ll take it to be dry-cleaned."

"By hand," Jasper Ford said, walking over and tilting her chin up. His warm breath fanned across her face. "You will wash it clean for me, the same way you threw the wine on it."

Vivian Quincy pushed his hand away. "Fine, I’ll wash it! Just keep your hands to yourself!"

He scoffed disdainfully.

Vivian Quincy took the shirt into the bathroom. Thankfully, it wasn’t a large space. She wet a part of the shirt and tried to wash it, but the stain wouldn’t budge. She turned on the warm water, soaked it, and tried scrubbing again, but no matter how hard she worked, the red wine stain wouldn’t come out.

Jasper Ford stood at the bathroom door, watching her with cold indifference. "If you can’t get it clean, you can just take off your dress to compensate."

"Who says I can’t get it clean?" Vivian grabbed a bar of soap and scrubbed several more times, but it was no use! She was on the verge of a breakdown. Hearing a noise behind her, she spun around, terrified he was about to rip her dress off, only to see someone else had entered the room.

"President Ford, your clothes," Caden Chandler said.

A flicker of joy went through Vivian. ’Someone brought him new clothes, does that mean I don’t have to wash this anymore?’ She happily turned off the faucet.

"Is it clean?" the man’s drawling voice inquired.

Vivian’s smile froze. She pointed to the new set of clothes in Jasper Ford’s hands. "Don’t you already have something else to wear?"

"What’s that got to do with you?" Jasper Ford shot back.

Dejectedly, Vivian went back to her task. Jasper Ford, now changed into his fresh clothes, didn’t leave. He just stood there watching her, making it impossible for her to escape. After a great deal of effort, she finally got the shirt clean and dry, only to watch Jasper Ford toss it into the trash can with a look of utter disdain.

"I’m docking your pay for a month." The man walked away without batting an eye.

Vivian chased after him. "I washed it clean for you! Why are you still docking my pay?"

Jasper Ford replied, "I don’t like things that women have touched."

Vivian Quincy???

This was just pure bullying!