Chapter 4 Isn't That Enough For You

Bryan gave Jillian a chilly look, then dismissed her and turned back to his documents.

Jillian eyed the impassive man, biting her lip in frustration. She vowed silently to one day see him defeated.

She quickly composed herself, donned her clothes, and opened the office door. She was just stepping out when she ran into their former classmate, Liam Griffiths, standing in the doorway with some papers.

Catching sight of her, he quirked an eyebrow.

"You were barring the door earlier. What exactly were you and... Bryan doing?"

"What does it look like?" Jillian responded tersely, smoothing down her disheveled hair.

"Managed to lure him to bed so quickly again? Remember, you need proof to get your winnings!"

"Your interruption spoiled the mood. Next time, try not to barge in."

Jillian tossed the remark over her shoulder as she walked away.

Bryan looked up, his expression darkening.

Later that afternoon, Jillian had just landed a major corporate client, securing a lucrative annual legal fee.

After the client left, Zachary, who had been lingering outside, stepped in.

"With all these clients practically throwing their money at you, just how much do you earn in a year?" he asked.

"Have you set up the surveillance?" Jillian inquired casually, her attention focused on watering an orchid, skillfully dodging his question about her finances.

"It's handled. However, that boy toy hasn't shown up at her place these last few days. Bryan probably tipped Emely off," Zachary huffed in frustration.

"No need to rush," Jillian responded with a composed air.

"What's your strategy for the bribery issue?" he pressed, his anxiety palpable.

She paused, contemplative. Bryan held proof of Zachary's bribery yet hadn't acted on it. What was he plotting?

Was he planning to play her a little longer?

If that was the case, she would see how he intended to play it!

"For now, I'll keep Bryan at bay. Didn't you mention your wife is still seeing other men?"

"Absolutely. I've seen her out dining with various men, blatantly flirting. Had I known her true colors, I never would have married her!"

"Then hire a competent detective. Gather solid proof of her infidelities," Jillian suggested to him.

They would use any proof of Emely's affairs as leverage to negotiate the bribery issue.

If that failed, they would be forced to take the bribery case to court first.

That evening, Bryan and Liam relaxed, sharing drinks and conversation at a local bar.

A woman in a delicate white spaghetti strap dress entered, her subtle makeup and cascading hair enhancing her effortless allure.

As she neared, Bryan's attention was instantly drawn.

"Fancy seeing you guys here too?"

Jillian approached and, ignoring the vacant seat next to Bryan, chose to sit beside Liam instead.

"You look stunning tonight. Trying to catch Bryan's eye once more?" Liam joked.

She signaled the bartender for a bottle of whiskey. She poured herself half a glass and took a sip. Placing her hand on Liam's shoulder, she said playfully, "You know, you're quite appealing yourself-funny and charismatic."

Bryan watched her, then took a leisurely sip of his drink before asking seriously, "Liam, do you know which creature mates without discretion?"

Jillian nearly spat out her drink. There he went, insulting her again!

This jerk!

"Don't all animals do so? They're not burdened by human norms," Liam responded, puzzled. "Why bring this up out of the blue?"

He was clearly lost in Bryan's line of questioning.

"Exactly, they can't be judged by human standards," Bryan said, maintaining his composed demeanor.

To Jillian, his veneer of virtue was just a facade. Beneath it, he was fundamentally flawed.

"Well... someone is indeed less than a beast. He is bad in bed, and his cock is small. It's no wonder they envy the natural prowess of animals," Jillian remarked, resting her chin on her hand, her smile mocking as she gazed across the table at her adversary.

"And who was it that couldn't keep quiet all night? Who was marveling at my cock size? Who kept crying out 'stop'?" Bryan retorted, his eyebrow arching as he coolly rattled off his questions.

Liam choked on his drink.

Jillian's cheeks flushed a deep red. Had she really marveled at his cock size while tipsy?

It was mortifying.

"I caught a glimpse when Bryan and I headed to the restroom together. His cock is definitely not small! Isn't that enough for you?" Liam ribbed her.

Irritated, Jillian gave Liam's shin a sharp kick with her high heel and shoved him away!

She strode over to Bryan, leaned down swiftly, lifted his chin with one hand, and boldly kissed his cool lips.

In this stance, she appeared commanding, reminiscent of a fierce empress claiming a kiss from a lesser consort.

Bryan's expression soured, and just as he prepared to push her away, Jillian had already stepped back, inspecting the lip she had just bitten, her arms folded, a smirk of triumph on her face.

"Bryan, you should back your claims with facts. If you spout nonsense, I might just-"

Before she could finish her taunt, Bryan abruptly stood, his height overshadowing her. He encircled her waist with one arm and pressed her against the bar, mirroring her earlier aggression with a retaliatory bite to her lip!

Jillian winced in pain.

As she raised her hand to strike, he had already stepped back, adopting a smug posture, hands clasped behind his back.

Jillian cradled her sore waist, gingerly touching her bleeding lip, cursing inwardly at his audacity.

She laughed through her frustration and declared, "Bryan Michaels, one day you'll admit that I've conquered you!"

"Really now?" he responded with a chuckle.

"If I can't bring you down, then I'm not Jillian!" she shot back defiantly.

Bryan regarded her, a subtle smile playing on his lips, yet he remained silent.

"Oh, to see the esteemed lawyer Bryan Michaels admit he's wrong? Jillian, that's a daring statement! But... I like your spirit! I'll wager ten thousand on that outcome!"

Liam's excitement was palpable. His grin was so wide it almost split his face.

He, too, relished the thought of Bryan surrendering, given his usual pompous demeanor.

"Such moments ought to be celebrated with a crowd," he thought, buzzing with anticipation.

Without hesitation, Liam whipped out his phone and broadcasted Jillian's bold declaration in their college group chat, instantly igniting a frenzy of bets among their peers!

Jillian's phone buzzed incessantly.

She glanced at it, then gave Liam a sarcastic look. "Really helpful, thanks!"

"Anytime! Joy's more fun when it's shared." Liam chuckled, scratching his nose mischievously.

Jillian filled her glass to the brim with wine, hoping to soothe her irritation. After downing the drink, she flung the glass aside and strode toward the restroom.

Unnoticed by her, a few men quietly trailed behind.

As she entered the restroom corridor, a voice halted her. "You're Jillian Chapman from Maple, right?"

She spun around to face five or six burly men and asked in a low, steady voice, "Who are you? Who sent you?"

"It doesn't matter who sent us. Someone's got a score to settle with you-wants to make sure you never walk into a courtroom again..." the red-haired ringleader declared, brandishing an iron rod he had concealed. With a swift gesture, he signaled the men to advance with their weapons.

"Do you really think I'm that easy to intimidate?" Jillian snapped back.