Chapter 6 An Encounter

The gorgeous woman's name was Bertha Liu, one of the most famous actresses of her generation.

Unfortunately for Bertha, the secretary knew her dirty secrets. The only reason she became famous was because of the president's help. If it hadn't been for him, Bertha would still have been a nameless and faceless actress. When the two broke up three months ago, Bertha refused to chase after the president. But after some time, she inevitably gave in and was basically begging the president to take her back.

Being denied once again, Bertha wore her sunglasses and casually walked out of the Mu Group's headquarters. When she got inside of her car, she vented out all of her anger on the steering wheel, beating it with her hands while breathing heavily like she was having an anxiety attack.

She honestly believed that Max would change his mind after some time. But after what just happened, and the fact that there were rumors spreading around that Max found another girl to be with, Bertha couldn't help but feel utterly helpless. Who knew there could be such a cold-blooded man in the world? 'He just dumped me and totally forgot about me! Shouldn't he have at least a bit of feelings for me?' she thought.

Nevertheless, Bertha wouldn't give up. Deep in her heart, she believed that the two of them were destined to be together.

Meanwhile, Leila was troubled about all the rumors going around in the company about her. She knew that if she didn't put a stop to these rumors, she wouldn't be able to succeed with her plans.

Suddenly, Leila's phone rang, causing her to look away from her computer screen. When she read the caller ID, she hesitantly answered it with a frown on her face.

"Come to my office when you're done with work. I'm taking you somewhere."

When Leila heard the overly brazen command, she immediately rolled her eyes in irritation.

"Got it," she calmly replied. But as soon as she finished talking, the person on the other end of the line hung up, causing a bitter grin to appear on her face.

After work, Leila headed to the Mu Group's headquarters early to give herself enough time to prepare for what could happen.

"Hello, miss, are you looking for someone?"

The receptionist politely asked. Leila stuttered and didn't know what to say. So with an awkward smile on her face, she hesitantly answered, "I'm here to meet with your CEO."

The beautiful receptionist was startled to hear this, making her ask herself why another pretty woman wanted to see the president. But compared to Bertha, this woman was a lot easier to talk to!

"Do you have an appointment? I'm afraid I can't let you meet the president without one," the receptionist kindly explained.

Slowly but surely, people in the lobby started noticing Leila. She had no clue why they were so interested in her. But instead of finding out the answer, she thought it was better to go upstairs as soon as possible. Meekly, she replied, "Yes, your CEO told me to come meet him here."

Without wasting another second, the receptionist called Max's secretary and gladly informed her of Leila's visit. She did this without a hint of hesitation, all because Leila treated her with respect. "Miss Song, you can go up now. The elevator is over there and the president's office is on the ninth floor."

"Okay, thank you very much,"

Leila replied with a warm smile. Then she walked to the elevator quickly to avoid attracting even more attention.

When she arrived at the ninth floor, the secretary immediately walked up to her and politely said, "Miss Song, the president told me to let you come in as soon as you're here."

"Alright, thank you,"

Leila replied while walking towards the president's office. Upon entering the room, she saw Max, in his usual dashing suit, staring at something in his hand. The whole office looked clean and organized, but only had two colors which were black and white, causing the room to look extremely dull.

The sound of the door opening caused Max to put down his work and look at Leila. But since it was her first time there, she was too busy looking around to notice.

While rubbing his temples in frustration, Max softly said, "Come here."

Feeling uneasy, Leila walked forward but stopped a few feet away from him. Meekly, she said, "What's wrong?"

"Why are you standing so far away? Do you think I'm going to bite you?

Come here and massage my head!" Max angrily exclaimed with a frigid glare, obviously upset by her standoffish behavior.

Such crudeness! Though dissatisfied, Leila chose not to say anything and just do what she was told.

She reached out her hands and started rubbing his forehead, trying her best not to ruin his perfectly styled hair.

The tense expression on Max's face gradually relaxed. Leila's delicate hands and use of just the right amount of force left him feeling drowsy. As if he was relaxing at some peaceful spa somewhere.

After a while, Leila's hands were completely numb. Did this man really just ask her to come to his side for a massage?

While squinting, Max suddenly blurted, "Come with me to a party later."

Max's abrupt words stunned Leila, causing her to stop. But in order to not upset him, she calmed herself down and continued rubbing his forehead.

Getting a bit tired, Leila started looking around to amuse herself. The first thing she noticed was a thick stack of documents on the table, explaining why Max would always come back from work late at night.

At the thought of this, her cheeks started blushing. No matter how tired he was coming home from work, he was still in the mood to have sex with her. Are all men like this?

"What are you thinking about?"

Max suddenly asked while turning around to face her. After that, he held on to her hand and noticed the flustered look on her face. Realizing she was caught red-handed, Leila tried her best to come up with an excuse while her face flushed even more. "No... I wasn't thinking about anything."

Seeing the embarrassed look on her face, Max raised an eyebrow and teased her. "What? Why are you blushing like that while the sun is still up? Weren't you satisfied enough last night?"

"No, it's nothing like that!" Leila exclaimed. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to run away, but Max held on to her so tightly that she couldn't even move an inch. Feeling restless, she wondered how Max could be this cruel.

The more anxious she looked, the more interested Max became. In a blink of an eye, he forcefully pulled her to sit on his lap then whispered something in her ear. "If that's the case, I'll make sure to satisfy you every night we're together from now on."

Feeling a lot better than earlier, Max called his secretary to take Leila downstairs while he sorted his stuff to leave.

Max drove like a madman to the party. His black Maybach zipped by cars, leaving a trail of neon lights behind. Leila was absolutely terrified, but she managed to keep a straight face while clutching her seatbelt.

Seeing the grin on his face made her think that Max didn't care about safety whatsoever. It seemed like that all he wanted was to go fast, speeds that even professional racing drivers wouldn't dare to do.

With this in mind, Leila bit her lips in fear while her heart sank to her stomach. This man must be trying to scare her on purpose!

When the car finally stopped, Leila let out a big sigh of relief. When Max saw the ghostly pale woman beside him, he leaned close and sarcastically asked, "Are you okay?"

At that point, all the adrenaline in Leila's body gradually disappeared, causing her to cover her mouth with her hand from feeling nauseous. Luckily, she managed to keep it down and still answer him with a smile on her face. "I'm fine."

Suddenly, a malicious light flashed through Max's eyes while the corners of his mouth raised into a sly grin.

He stepped out of the car and went to the passenger side to open Leila's door. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop her body from trembling in fear. Max leaned forward, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her ear, and whispered,

"Remember how you need to act inside."

Although he spoke in a calm manner, Leila could sense a feeling of hostility coming from him. But after blinking her long eyelashes a few times, she managed to keep a straight face.

After that, she looked around and realized that they were standing in front of the most luxurious restaurant in D City, the place where all the upper-class parties were held. She walked beside Max like a good little girl towards the restaurant.

As soon as they walked through the doors, the waiter greeted them with a warm smile. No matter how busy the restaurant's staff were, they all had the same kind of warm and welcoming personality. Luckily, Leila was now accustomed to the big city life. With a confident smile, she strode to the private room, arm in arm with Max.

The room had golden inscriptions on the door, proudly depicting the restaurant's grandeur. Upon entering, Leila immediately felt that she entered a gentleman's club. All the men there looked like the dream man of every woman in the world, wearing dashing suits and expensive watches. In this case, the saying that birds of the same feather flock together couldn't be more true.

Despite the odd scenery, Leila's smile didn't fade. If there was one thing she was truly good at, it was her ability to keep her composure in such situations. After walking around, Leila noticed that there was a woman among the crowd of handsome men. It was a familiar face, but she couldn't remember who she was.

With a stoic expression, Max suddenly pulled on Leila's hand and walked towards the sofa with her. Their appearance caught the attention of everyone there, causing an awkward atmosphere in the air.

After a few minutes, a man with short hair decided to break the tension in the room. With a cynical grin, the man asked, "Max, this is a party for our brothers. Why did you bring a woman?"

Hearing this, Max frigidly rolled his eyes and answered him in a lifeless tone. "You should focus your attention on that woman over there before you come here questioning me."

The man was left utterly speechless. But before leaving, the man glared at Leila as if he was looking down on her. His icy gaze creeped her out and immediately made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

All of a sudden, Max squinted his eyes, pointed at the woman wearing a black dress, and asked, "Who brought her here?"

Being called out, the woman lowered her head and tried talking in a sweet and friendly tone to appease the situation. "Max-"

"Shut up!"

Max interrupted her with a frightening roar, causing everyone to gasp in shock. Even Leila was taken aback. No one dared to open their mouth.

After thinking for a while, Leila finally remembered who the woman in black was. It was Bertha, the actress who became famous in the blink of an eye. Leila immediately lowered her head, expecting that something really dramatic would happen soon.

The silence in the room felt suffocating for everyone. It was as if Max's voice managed to make the air thick, cold, and hard to breathe.

"I'll repeat this for the last time, who brought her here?" Max uttered in the most spine-chilling tone.

After a while, a cold voice from the corner finally answered. "It was me."