Chapter 4 Determination

Deanna was taken aback. She was about to scream in fright.

Just then, a familiar cigarette smell filled her nostrils.

It seemed to be Dario. "Dario?"

The man didn't utter a word. His strong hands held her waist, which almost suffocated Deanna.

She tried wriggling out of his hold.

It was too dark in the private room to see him.

But she pretended to remain calm. "What are you doing? Let go of me," she whispered in a seductive voice that every male would find irresistible.

"Are you afraid?" Dario mocked.

Deanna closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

She was sure it was Dario.

"Why would I be afraid? I guess you're the one who's nervous," she replied, grinning.

Deanna shivered as he pushed her against the cold wall.

"What makes you think I'd be nervous?" When he spoke, the warmth of his breath blew against her exposed neck skin, making it tingle.

Deanna shuddered involuntarily. "If not, why did you drag me here? What do you want to do?"

"What do you think a man would do with a woman here?"

Dario's hand slowly snaked up her back, and the warmth of his palm seeped into her skin, igniting a spark of passion within her.

She let out a light moan. "Do you want to do it in such a place?"

"I don't think a slut like you would care about where we have sex." Dario scoffed.

Deanna's body froze. However, she quickly regained her composure.

She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Dario, I think you are just as horny as I am. You were pretending to be serious when all you want to do now is fuck me right here."

Just then, her phone vibrated in her bag, which she had forgotten to zip.

Deanna saw Garrett's name flashing on the screen.

She had to answer the phone. After all, she still needed his help to find out the truth about the death of her parents.

"Sorry, I have to take this call."

Deanna quickly took her phone.

"Garrett, I'm in the bathroom. I'll be there soon. Bye."

Deanna quickly hung up the phone. By then Dario had already let go of her.

"Goodbye, then."

His voice sounded icy cold in the darkness.

With that, he opened the door and left.

"Dario."

By the time Deanna walked to the door, Dario was already gone.

Deanna didn't bother chasing him. All she had to do was get a job in Yonder. That way, she would have many chances to get closer to Dario.

Deanna took a deep breath to calm down, and walked out.

Dario had returned to his seat. A half-burnt cigarette rested between his fingers as wisps of smoke wafted around him. His sharp eyes stared into the distance.

Jeannie was sitting beside him and talking animatedly, but Dario seemed cold and distant.

Deanna recalled Dario wrapping his arms around her waist, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She shook her head and went looking for Garrett.

However, unexpectedly, she met someone.

It was her father's best friend, Bruce Prescott.

He was happily chatting with Vernon.

Deanna was a little surprised. Bruce always stayed abroad. What was he doing here?

After a moment's hesitation, she walked over to him.

"Mr. Prescott, what a surprise! I didn't expect to see you here."

Bruce was startled to see Deanna. His face flushed with embarrassment.

"Deanna, when did you come back?"

"I've been here for a while. I didn't think you knew my uncle. The business circle is a small world, after all."

Vernon laughed. "Bruce is a successful businessman. He is also one of Yonder's shareholders. We should rely on his help to collaborate with Yonder."

Bruce laughed. "Jeannie is going to marry Mr. Archer soon. You don't need my help at all."

Deanna forced a smile at him.

Judging from Bruce's expression, she sensed he must have known something.

Deanna was more determined to work in Yonder.

"It's good to have more friends. My uncle has been managing the Miller Group for the past few years." She smiled. "He needs help from successful people like you, Mr. Prescott."

"My niece is right. It makes sense."

Vernon raised his glass and clinked it against Bruce's. Just then, Deanna saw Garrett looking for her.

"I'll leave you two alone. My friend is looking for me."

With that, she strutted toward Garrett.

"Are you done?"

"Yes, what about you? Did you find anything?" asked Garrett.

It was noisy, so Garrett leaned closer to her. The two looked intimate.

Dario watched everything from afar. His face darkened as he stubbed out the cigarette and sprang to his feet.

"Dario, where are you going?" Jeannie asked curiously.

"I have to deal with something."

Dario left, not bothering to look at her.

Deanna turned around and saw Dario's receding figure.

She felt like she had lost all interest instantly.

"My uncle is back. I have to return home early today."

"I'll drive you home. I'm done."

"No, thanks. I don't want them to find out who you are."

Deanna waved at him and pushed the revolving door.

As she walked out, her gaze fell on the black car that was about to leave.

It was Dario's car.

After a moment's hesitation, Deanna ran to the car and stopped it.

"Dario, can you give me a ride?"

Dario's jaw tightened, and his face darkened.

"Drive past her!"

The car roared and took a reverse before speeding past Deanna.

Deanna only got the fumes hit her face.

Anger surged through her veins.

Deanna's arrogance infuriated her.

She was determined to get him.