Chapter 3 The Unyielding Encounter

The intense tropical heat caused Bethany's suit to cling uncomfortably to her body, making her realize how ill-equipped she was for this encounter. She felt uneasy in her clothes, which added to her growing apprehension. As she stooped down to release her shoe from the grip of the wooden planks, she tightly clutched her briefcase and wished she had reviewed the figures one more time during the helicopter ride. However, she quickly reasoned that it wouldn't have made a difference. With her father's assistance, she had already memorized all the details.

With her shoe freed, she regained her balance and straightened herself. And then, she saw him. Standing directly in front of her, he exuded an air of darkness and danger, resembling a creature that might emerge from the depths of the jungle. With his still demeanor and attentive eyes, he seemed to be observing her closely. Completely unprepared for the physical impact of his presence, Bethany found herself holding her breath. The sounds of the helicopter, and her concerns faded into the background as her focus narrowed solely on him.

His tarnished reputation had painted such vivid mental pictures that were utterly detached from reality. For a moment, Bethany found herself in a state of transfixed awe, just as countless women before her surely had. When his eyes locked onto hers, they possessed a captivating intensity, akin to a lethal weapon, leaving her momentarily breathless. It felt as though her mind had been emptied, and she struggled to remember anything about herself, her purpose here, or her surroundings. An inexplicable languor overcame her, and warmth seemed to slowly envelop her limbs like thick treacle.

"Miss Sinclair?" His deep, masculine voice snapped her out of her reverie, and she flinched, hoping that he hadn't noticed her disconcerting reaction. Her aspiration to maintain a composed and professional demeanor had crumbled. The plan to avoid looking at him was shattered, as his striking physical presence and movie-star looks demanded attention. She stood there in stunned silence, struggling to remind herself that this man was reputed to be ruthless and unfeeling. In her view, that was not a winning combination of character traits.

As she gazed into his deep, cynically piercing eyes, she sensed that his cold scrutiny made him more menacing and intimidating than all the jungle predators combined. She swiftly recognized that, on one matter at least, his pilot had spoken the truth-this man was far from an angel.

Summoning her legs into motion, she advanced toward him, clutching her briefcase in one hand while the other sought comfort in the rough rope handrail. Even without the opulence of billions of dollars, Jeffrey Benson possessed the charisma to captivate women. His hair was raven-black, combed back from a face that exuded both ruggedness and attractiveness. The golden undertone in his sun-kissed skin hinted at his American roots, and the soft fabric of his casual shirt clung to shoulders that were broad and robust.

Observing his response to her arrival, Bethany found no hints of emotion. There was no trace of a smile on his lips, and his eyes, dark and brooding, gave no indication of a welcoming demeanor. He appeared as inhospitable as he was attractive, and the way he scrutinized her made her contemplate a hasty retreat up the walkway, with thoughts of leaping back into the departing helicopter.

Although she had no reason to believe she had upset him, she couldn't help but wonder about the cause of his hostility. It seemed implausible. They had never met before, so his unfriendliness was evidently a facet of his personality rather than any specific issue with her. He simply wasn't inclined toward social interactions, and it was evident that he wasn't willing to make an exception for her.

However, none of that mattered, she reminded herself sternly. She didn't require his affability. Her sole objective was to secure his agreement not to withdraw his financial support. With this in mind, she took the final steps, placing herself directly in front of him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jeffrey."

His mouth tightened, and his eyes sparkled with impatience. "This isn't a social visit or a children's party, Miss Bethany Sinclair. I don't seek or expect pleasantries. I have no time for small talk or niceties. Weather or the details of your journey are of no concern to me. If this approach to business is challenging for you, you may consider leaving now."

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She thought to herself, "And a good afternoon to you, too," while trying to conceal her growing distress. In that moment, she strongly desired to do exactly as he suggested. Staring into his dangerous, dark eyes, the urge to leave overwhelmed her. However, the helicopter was already high above them, and the reason for her visit remained safely tucked away in her briefcase. She couldn't abandon her task. There were people counting on her.

"I can provide you with facts and figures," she swiftly stated, hoping to hide the trembling in her legs. "I have all the necessary documents in my briefcase. Everything you'll need to make an informed decision."

"I've already made my decision. It's a no," he replied, his jaw accentuated by a shadowy stubble. She observed a twitch in his lean cheek.

"But you made that decision before speaking with me," she continued, wiping a moist hand on her skirt, determined not to let him dampen her natural optimism. "I'm hoping that once I explain the situation, you might reconsider."

"Why would I do that?" he asked, causing unease to bloom within her.

"Once you see the figures and our future plans, I thought you might change your mind about withdrawing the finance," she explained hopefully, searching for any sign of receptiveness to further negotiation. She desperately sought any indication that her visit hadn't been a waste of time.

However, he remained silent, offering no reassurance or encouragement. There was no hope in his expression. He merely observed her, while a shrill cry emerged from the trees behind her, followed by what sounded like sinister laughter.