Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 629 - 344 I didn’t expect her to be worth so muChapter

"I’m very tired now, and I’m not in a good mood. Whatever Miss Jane asks, I probably won’t agree. I just want to relax a bit now." Joshua Hughes’s voice was low with a hint of hoarseness and a trace of exhaustion.

Avery Jane internally bit her lip; she really wasn’t having much luck.

Joshua Hughes patiently watched her, picking up a cigar and leisurely smoking it. Even with just a bath towel wrapped around him, he exuded the complete confidence and nobility of a successful man.

Joshua Hughes didn’t speak, but patiently waited for Avery Jane’s response.

Watching her every tiny reaction, like a hunter watching a small prey walk into his trap.

He was enjoying her helpless panic and her pleading. When he saw her biting her lip, his gaze darkened suddenly, like a night losing its starlight.

"But Mr. Hughes, I really need this job," Avery Jane was a bit unwilling, recalling Angela Scott’s advice and instructions.

"Come sit here," the man across from her said, a faint smile on his lips.

Avery Jane took a deep breath, stood up, and slowly walked towards him. With each step, she felt his powerful and unrivaled aura and his uniquely intense masculine presence drawing closer, compelling her instinctually to obey his commands, enchanted and hypnotized by his aura.

With a sense of caution, Avery Jane slowly and carefully approached him.

Joshua Hughes watched as she sat on the sofa, almost at the very edge, so much so that she could easily tumble onto the carpet. His eyes held a faint, indifferent smile, exuding utmost malice and coldness.

"I heard you can give massages?" His thin lips unexpectedly threw out the question, the clean and seductive scent of him post-shower made it hard for her to look up. Hearing this question, she was even more reluctant to look up. What did he want?

This man with low-grade tastes, did he want her to serve him?

"I’m not very good, Mr. Hughes. If you need to relax, you can naturally find the best person to massage you." Avery Jane thought she could never find common ground with this man. She was talking about the contract, while he was talking about whether or not she could massage.

"Opportunities abound, it just depends on whether you can seize them. Avery Jane, if you aren’t even willing to do this, what do you have to negotiate with me?" Joshua Hughes’s face showed a hint of displeasure. This woman had already wasted too much of his time and energy, yet had achieved little.

"The way you massage that man, just do the same for me today. Don’t think about refusing; you have no chance left."

He was Joshua Hughes. Before her, all women had invariably thrown themselves at him, intent on pleasing him even without his asking, and yet this Avery Jane avoided him as if he were a wild beast.

Today he was determined to thoroughly enjoy her service.

On the large bed in the rest room, the deep tan body of the man was only covered with a towel.

The smooth back muscles were like coffee-colored waves with beautiful lines, cascading down to a slim waist and extending to the sturdy, powerful buttocks beneath the towel.

When Avery Jane kneaded another tense muscle, he couldn’t help but grunt.

He thought Avery Jane’s massage for Lucas Yates was merely a playful act between couples, but she always exceeded his expectations.

Except for the slightly light pressure, it was nearly flawless. She clearly knew all the acupoints, not missing a single tense muscle.

Her smooth little hands kneaded along his streamlined muscles. His body was incredibly attractive, and his firm muscles made her massage slightly labor-intensive. Avery Jane bit her lip, and fine perspiration slowly beaded on her forehead.

Time slowly slipped away, dispersed in the expensive aroma of essential oils...

"Mr. Hughes, it’s done." After a long while, Avery Jane finally spoke softly.

At this moment, she still somewhat despised herself, for she had given in.

When Joshua Hughes said she had no chance left, she truly succumbed.

No matter how proud, sometimes one has to bow to reality; she had nowhere else to retreat to.

She knew what Brian Yates was thinking, and Old Master Yates couldn’t possibly provide a cent.

Other than this beautiful appearance, she had no strengths.

Wenyard Cooper, you spoiled me, yet you left me like this...