Chapter 8 My Husband Is Julian Lewis

After exiting the VIP room, Baylee breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a burden lift from her shoulders.

As she strolled through the grounds of the club, mapping out plans for the upcoming charity gala, she was interrupted by an unfamiliar voice. "Hey, Sia."

Turning instinctively, Baylee faced a middle-aged man with a greasy smile, his half-bald head gleaming under the sun, and his belly pronounced.

Her face fell as she recognized him as Bill Patterson, the CEO of Golden Oak Investments.

"Why are you here? Horse racing doesn't seem quite your style," Bill remarked with a lecherous grin, edging closer and rubbing his hands together. "But since we've bumped into each other, maybe we can talk business? I'm looking for a planner for a stripping performance. You wouldn't turn me down, would you?"

Golden Oak Investments' reputation for underhanded dealings was no secret, and Baylee had steadfastly declined Bill's offers before, having no desire to be associated with such activities.

The thought of planning any event for Bill, especially one as dubious as he proposed, was out of the question.

Determined to reject his proposal without causing a confrontation, Baylee replied politely, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Patterson, but my schedule is completely booked. I must decline your offer."

She turned to leave, but felt her wrist suddenly grasped.

"The price is negotiable. Don't rush to say no," Bill insisted, eyeing her appreciatively. "Besides, Sia, with your looks, you could be the dancer of the show, not just the planner. Imagine earning ten times more. And if you're worried about the moves, I'll guide you myself."

As he spoke, his hand moved boldly to stroke hers, crossing a line.

Baylee calmly withdrew her hand, masking her disgust. She firmly refused again, saying, "Whether it's planning or dancing, I really don't have the time. This is a public place. Please don't touch me like that."

Undeterred by her rejection, Bill's excitement only increased. "Come on, don't play hard to get. I can increase the budget significantly. A few million for your services shouldn't be a problem. Think it over, will you?"

Before Baylee could reply, he reached for her again, his gaze filled with undisguised desire.

Realizing that normal tactics wouldn't dissuade him, Baylee decided to change her strategies. "I'm married. Do you know who my husband is?"

"You are married?" Bill scoffed, dismissing her serious tone and continuing with his advances. "Even better. I have a thing for married women..."

"My husband is Julian Lewis," Baylee cut him off coldly, maintaining her composure despite her growing anxiety. "He's here today. Are you sure you want to continue this?"

Bill paused, then burst into laughter.

"You expect me to believe Julian Lewis is your husband? Nice try."

Seeing that he wasn't intimidated, Baylee felt more internal panic but kept a composed facade.

She smiled subtly and challenged, "If you don't believe me, I can have him come over right now."

Taken aback by her confidence, Bill's grip loosened as he eyed her suspiciously.

Seizing the moment, Baylee turned and dashed away.

Bill quickly realized he had been duped. He chased after her, catching her and pinning her against the wall while cursing, "You damn liar, how dare you trick me!"

Baylee struggled briefly, but couldn't free herself.

Just as she felt overwhelmed, she spotted Julian approaching in the distance.

Torn about calling out for help, she then felt a hot breath on her neck.

It was Bill.

Bill had also noticed Julian and whispered menacingly in her ear, "Looks like your husband's here. Why don't you greet him?"