Chapter 6 A lecherous scoundrel

Chapter 6 A lecherous scoundrel

(Patricia's POV)

I'm a little discouraged.

I had a hard time finding the opportunity, but I didn't know which sentence was wrong, and Randall looked angrier than before...

After getting off work, I prepared to leave.

The agent contacted me just now. There was a house buyer who was very satisfied. Unless something unexpected happens, I would sign the contract later.

I had just packed up when I saw Ethan walking out of Randall's office and going straight to my desk.

I looked at him numbly and said before he spoke, "Not tonight. I have to get off work on time."

Ethan pretended not to hear what I said, and continued, "Miss Hawn, the boss has an entertainment and asks you to go to the BON club with him."

He lowered his voice and said in a voice that only I could hear, "Patricia, you still... don't fight with him."

I laughed at myself, said bitterly: "I don't dare enough to do that, do I ?"

With Randall's ability, even silently vaporizing me would be as easy as stepping on an ant.

I turned around and went downstairs with my bag in my hand. On the way, I sent a message to the agent, telling him that I would not be able to come..He just had to deal with it.

By the time we got to the parking lot, Randall was already in the car.

He clearly saw me getting in the car, but his eyes were very indifferent, as if he didn't notice me at all.

I wasn't in the mood to please him, so I sat down beside him.

The gloomy atmosphere in the car oppressed everyone, Ethan who was behind the wheel kept silent as if the cat had gotten his tongue.

When we got there, I followed Randall to the box.

My heart suddenly sank when I got a good look at the partner's faces.

The partner named Kevin Bray was nearly 50 years old. He had several major companies, but he was a man

of bad character.

It was known that Kevin Bray was a lecherous scoundrel.

I still remember the last time we met, Mr. Bray kept looking at me with lustful eyes.

It seemed that he did not dare to take the next movement just because I was Randall's lover.

And now... Randall brought me here even though he knew Mr. Bray was a complete asshole?

There was a chill in my heart.

The others were businessmen who had worked with before, and they greeted each other. When Kevin saw me, his eyes lit up and said, "Miss Hawn, It was a pleasure to meet you again."

There was no smile on my face, but I still said politely,"Mr. Bray, hello."

I looked around the whole box, and there were already quite a few beautiful women whom Mr. Bray had brought to accompany the drink. All of them were scantily-clad with a lot of make-up.

It was a pity that the lights here were too dim to see their faces.

I still thought the position next to Randall was the safest, and I intended to walk up to Randall. But Mr. Bray gestured slightly with his eyes, and immediately a woman stole a march on me and sat next to Randall. Immediately afterwards, Mr. Bray sat next to me and looked at me with that sultry look.

Randall on the opposite side just took the hot towel that the woman graciously handed over to wipe his hands, and his movements were extremely elegant, as if he didn't realize Mr. Bray's purpose at all.

Perhaps Randall's acquiescence made Mr. Bray bolder. I felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave when I got up, but Mr. Bray took my hand and said with a smile, "Miss Hawn, do you mind if I sit next to you? Don't stick to Mr. Rayfiel. He already has someone with him."

Randall turned to look at me, and shadow of a smile touched his mouth.

He seemed to acquiesce in Mr. Bray's bad conduct.

I had no choice but to sit down next to Mr. Bray, praying that this boring entertainment would end soon.

Because I was pregnant, I was afraid to drink the wine on the table.

Mr. Bray pretended to be considerate and asked, "Why don't you drink? I remember your are good at drinking."

My drinking capacity had been cultivated with Randall over the past few years, and I would never disappoint any partner at a work dinner.. But now I were pregnant, it was impossible for me to hurt my baby just to deal with someone else.

I found a lame reason.

"I have a bad stomach and I'm still taking medicine.I'm afraid I can't drink."

"It was such a pity." Mr. Bray greeted the waiter and whispered a few words to the waiter.

Soon, the waiter who left the box came back again. He served me a few non-alcoholic drinks. As soon as the drink came to the table, I took a few sips, and suddenly felt that my legs were touched under the table!

I looked up and saw that Mr. Bray was still smiling at me.

A wave of nausea swept over me.

I was so disgusted that I was stunned on the spot, but his actions under the table were even bolder. He directly stretched out a hand and started to touch my leg, trying to penetrate into my private parts.

"Mr. Bray!" I was numb all over, and hurriedly called out to him!

Mr. Bray smiled and said, "Patricia, what's wrong?"

The other people in the box were joking with themselves, as if they didn't see any movement here.

Feeling desperate in my heart, I stepped aside and quietly avoided Mr. Bray's hand.

I raised the drink and said loudly, "I'd like to propose a toast.to the further cooperation between our two companies."

In the box, everyone, including Randall, was attracted by my sudden loudness.

My eyes met Randall's, and he didn't speak, but the calm look in his eyes seemed to tell me that even if I asked him, he wouldn't be merciful to save me.

After all, he just denied that I was important to him.

Mr. Bray was stunned for a while, showing a bit of unwillingness on his face.

In front of everyone, he could only take out his hand from under the table, and also picked up the wine glass, "Patricia toasts me, then I will down the whole cup of wine."

He started drinking, but those cloudy eyes kept staring at me, and he didn't even notice the beer leaking from his mouth.

It was so disgusting.

I breathed a sigh of relief and took a few gulps of my drink.

Slowly, I felt the warmth coursed through my body, as if I was drunk...

It was undoubtedly that I didn't drink a drop.

I raised my head just to meet Mr. Bray's quietly waiting eyes, and suddenly recalled that the drink was manipulated by this damn bastard! He drugged me!