Chapter 10 Help

The two men led Deanna into a club. She wondered who their boss was as she entered the elevator.

But when the private door opened, she instantly understood what was going on.

"It's you, Mr. Prescott."

"Deanna, come and sit here." Bruce waved at her and patted the seat beside him.

"I hope my men didn't scare you." Deanna nodded and sat beside him. Bruce gulped down the glass of wine and held her hand. "They are reckless at times. But I missed you too much. You haven't come to my place ever since Dario took you away last time."

"It's okay, Mr. Prescott. They were very polite to me." Deanna forced a smile, but her stomach churned with disgust.

"I've been busy with work lately. I was thinking about asking you out some other day."

"Wow! You are such a smooth talker." Bruce poked her nose dotingly. "I think you've already become obsessed with Dario. That's why you don't have the time to come to me."

What had happened between her and Dario wasn't a secret in the company.

Rumors had it that she had sold her body to get the job.

Bruce didn't bother hiding his lust. His gaze was fixed on her chest.

Since Dario got into her pants Bruce felt he, too, had a chance.

"Mr. Prescott, I did it for my work. I had no other choice." Since he was aware of the truth, Deanna didn't bother hiding it. "As you know, my parents have passed away. My uncle is the head of the Miller family now. I'm lonely and powerless. I have no choice but to rely on a man for support."

She leaned forward, revealing her cleavage.

"I know that's not right. But I have no other choice." She pouted and sounded pitiful, which seemed to arouse Bruce even more. "Mr. Prescott, you and my father have been friends for many years."

Deanna grabbed his hand and pleaded, "Can you help me for the sake of my father?"

"Of course. Of course!"

Passion surged through his veins. He nodded repeatedly, for he was ready to do anything to have her.

"There are many people around us. I can't talk freely." Deanna blushed and scratched his palm.

Bruce immediately asked the bodyguards and his assistants to leave. The two were all alone in the room.

"No one is here now." He wrapped his arm around her waist. "Go ahead, Deanna."

Deanna giggled. "I'm a little thirsty after all the talking."

She opened the menu card to choose a drink.

"What would you like to have? It's my treat." Bruce held her on his lap and trailed his fingers across her body.

Bile rose in Deanna's throat. She felt helpless. After taking a deep breath, she pointed at the two most expensive bottles of wine and said, "I want these two to moisten my throat."

"Okay, sure. Anything for you."

Bruce checked the price and realized it was expensive. But after one look at Deanna, he felt she was worth it.

Deanna smiled and batted her eyelashes. "Mr. Prescott, are you really willing to help me?"

"Of course, Deanna. I'm more than happy to help you." Bruce grabbed her hands and kissed them.

Deanna took advantage of this opportunity and leaned closer to him. "You can do anything for me?" she whispered into his ear.

"Sure." Her hot breath blowing in his ear made his passion spike up.

He bit his bottom lip as his body temperature heated up. Deanna was interesting and beautiful.

"Do you still remember what I asked you about my parents last time?" Deanna leaned against his chest. "Although our Miller family isn't affluent, it has an excellent reputation and a solid foundation. How did we go bankrupt so easily? I'm young and don't know much about it. Can you share some information with me, Mr. Prescott?"

Bruce drank another glass of wine and shook his head. "It's quite common for a company to go bankrupt. There could be several reasons for that. Although I'm your father's friend, I'm still an outsider. I don't know the details. If you want to know about it, ask your uncle." It seemed like he didn't want to tell the truth.

"I'm looking for more information. Perhaps you can tell me whatever you know." Deanna filled his glass with wine.

But Bruce was an old, cunning fox. He wouldn't let her succeed easily.

He was a smooth talker, but when it came to revealing information he always beat around the bush.

After a lot of drinking, about seven empty bottles lay on the table. Bruce kept burping the entire time.

"Deanna, I really don't know what happened. It's not like I have information and am reluctant to share them with you." Bruce's face had turned beet red. He didn't stop taking advantage of Deanna and continued flirting with her. "Well, that man with the surname Hilton has something to do with this. I don't know any other information. Besides, it's boring to discuss it. Why don't we have fun?" he slurred and tried unbuttoning his shirt.

"You are drunk, Mr. Prescott." Deanna pushed him away.

Her stomach churned; she wanted to throw up. Considering she couldn't get any information from him, Deanna didn't want to waste time with him.

She wondered who that man with the surname Hilton was.

She felt investigating it would give her some clues.

Seeing she was about to stand, Bruce grabbed her hand. A lopsided grin emerged on his face.

"Deanna, we can have sex even though I'm drunk. I might be older, but I still have the strength and endurance."

"Mr. Prescott, you are really drunk." Deanna tried to break free from his hold but to no avail. She forced a smile.

"Besides, it's boring to have sex this way. Why don't we play a game?" Deanna said in a seductive voice as she tried to push him away. "For example..."

"No, Deanna. I don't like the games young people play these days."

Bruce had slept with several women, so he was aware of their tricks and knew what Deanna meant. He pulled her back and pinned her under him. "Just do it!"

"Mr. Prescott, be gentle. What's the hurry?" Deanna's heart sank as she leaned back on the sofa. "Let's take it slow."

"I can't wait!"

However, Bruce couldn't wait any longer. His breath heavier, he reached out to unbutton her clothes.

"Mr. Prescott..." He was a tall, heavy man. She couldn't push him away. "Let go of me."

However, Bruce ignored her pleas. Deanna became furious. She looked around and saw the empty wine bottles on the table beside her.

She gritted her teeth and grabbed a bottle.

It hit the man with a dull thud.