Chapter 279 Negotiation with Triton
It took some effort for her to position herself and the man properly. She picked up her phone, quickly capturing a few provocative photos with a click.
The hot water on the bathroom floor turned cold, and her cold legs started to ache subtly. Winnie frowned, not bothering to be polite, and took off his suit to wrap herself up.
As she left, she couldn't help but glance back at the man's well-built upper body.
Winnie pouted, dragging him out and placing him on the bed.
She opened her phone, and Mr. Wilson's message reappeared: [Miss Anderson, the court has rejected my appeal; it seems that someone behind the scenes is involved! We must meet with your uncle immediately, find a breakthrough in the case, and ensure he can "speak" and not die unjustly in prison.]
Darcy and the Ordelia family were tightening the noose, suppressing her from visiting the prison with unjustified reasons.
In all of this, Winnie couldn't believe that Darcy hadn't used Lawrence R's power!
Lawrence R was not innocent, so tonight Winnie planned this move.
Thinking about her uncle suffering in prison as a "murderer," Winnie gritted her teeth fiercely...
Ring-ring—
Suddenly, her phone rang, breaking her concentration. Winnie snapped back to reality; it was Manager Nelson calling.
She smirked, curling her lips.
It seems Manager Nelson did a great job tonight.
"How did it go?" Winnie rushed to the balcony to answer the call.
Manager Nelson's voice sounded excited, "Ms. Anderson, Chairman Mr. Powell from the auction company wants to speak with you."
"Then give me the phone quickly," Winnie replied.
There was a moment of silence on the phone, and Mr. Powell's angry and powerless voice could be heard, "Ms. Anderson, you're so cunning! Tonight, you set a trap for me, took photos and videos. I can see what you're up to!"
Winnie returned from the balcony and called the front desk to have a ladies' suit sent up.
Then she gently pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Powell, one shouldn't go too far. As the auction company, you were unfair. I paid 50 billion US dollars in advance. You handed Triton over to Lawrence R's fiancée just to please him. How can I accept that? Ah, it's hard to explain over the phone. Please wait for me at the hotel, I'll clarify a few things. Don't leave, or else the video in my computer will be released to the public."
"You!" Mr. Powell angrily hung up the phone.
At the same time, Lawrence R's phone in his pocket immediately rang. Winnie walked over and saw that it was Mr. Powell's number.
She lightly lifted the corner of her lips, waited for it to hang up automatically, and was about to put it on silent mode.
Darcy's call immediately came through.
It's already 11:30 at night, are you feeling anxious?
Winnie raised an eyebrow, moved her finger, and hung up on her proactively, then looked at the man with closed eyes and threw her phone on the bed.
She changed her clothes and left in the darkness.
With a bunch of photos of Mr. Powell fooling around with men in her hands, Winnie's negotiation hardly required any effort.
She only gave two instructions, "Mr. Powell, by tomorrow morning, I want to see you announce that Triton has no connection with Miss Ordelia or Lawrence R. They did not purchase the company. Please also release the news that Triton's assets will remain frozen. When these two things are done, the recording will be returned to you."
Mr. Powell looked at this young and beautiful woman, never having heard that Lawrence R's ex-wife could be this ruthless.
Subconsciously trembling, his face turned ashen, and in his dilemma, he could only agree.
Winnie grabbed her bag and walked out of the hotel.
A call from Rock followed, "Is it done?"
"It's done, Rock. Thanks to you for protecting Manager Nelson."
"I didn't do much, just revealed Mr. Powell's address," Rock paused slightly and asked nonchalantly, "Winnie, didn't you go back to your apartment tonight?"
Winnie paused, "Did you go to my place?"
Rock denied it, "No, I went there late after work. Passing by, seeing that your house was not lit, I wanted to come and accompany Oscar."
Thinking about the entanglement with Lawrence R tonight, Winnie felt a bit guilty, although it was just for show.
She remained silent for a moment before smiling, "I'm with Oscar at Olivia's house."
Rock looked at the photo on the table that his subordinate handed over, the photo of Winnie meeting Lawrence R at the banquet, the photo of Lawrence R escorting her to the hotel. His brows slightly furrowed.
But he kept calm and spoke softly, "Winnie, I know you and Alan are up to something, but if you get drunk or in trouble, I hope you call me as soon as possible."
Winnie was taken aback. She felt there was something more to his words.
Her heart tightened, "Rock..."
"Alright, I didn't mean anything else. I just want you to rely on me more." Rock interrupted with a smile.
He seemed to know she was about to say something he didn't want to hear.
"You focus on your matters, I'm always here." He hung up quietly.
Winnie stared at her phone and sighed softly. After returning to the country, the means she used inevitably brought her into contact with Lawrence R, making her feel unworthy of Rock.
Besides, she had no interest in pursuing a relationship anymore.
Sitting in the car, Winnie held the steering wheel in a daze. After a while, she returned to the hotel.
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As the sky brightened, sunlight danced into the European-style bed through the thick gauze curtains.
Lawrence R furrowed his brows, opened his black eyes, feeling a slight soreness as if his head was throbbing.
He remained still for two seconds, then lifted his head, realizing that he was shirtless with a blanket covering his waist. When he lifted the blanket, it was empty underneath...
There was a slender figure next to the bed.
He glanced sideways and saw Winnie sitting at the head of the bed, also covered with a blanket. She looked tiny, engrossed in reading.
However, her gaze was not on the book but on him.
Perhaps because of the backlighting or the cold temperature in the air, he felt an unusually cool look coming from her eyes. It was a quiet scrutiny accompanied by a touch of daze, complexity, and pain.
In short, it was not the fake smile she had shown him these past few days, the disgusting coquetry.
Lawrence R suddenly stopped, at that moment, he seemed to see her true appearance, no more pretense, carrying an indescribable pain and tenderness.
He paused.
Winnie noticed he had woken up, quickly averted her eyes, hiding her emotions.
Picking up her phone, she put on a touch of coldness, lying down nonchalantly and took two more pictures. "I have photos of the morning and night, Mr. Rodriguez."
"What have you done to me?"
With her action reminding him, Lawrence R slowly recalled everything from last night. That damn woman had taken advantage of his drunken haze and knocked him out!
He flipped over and pressed her down, forcibly snatching her phone, filled with rage, "You wicked woman, how dare you play me!?"
Winnie laughed and didn't admit it, "How did I play you? It was you who took advantage of my drunken state and tried to take advantage of me, enjoying it and then returning the favor, Mr. Rodriguez, are you still considered a man? We will be getting a divorce, and with your relentless entanglement, I have the right to take photos as evidence," she said.
"I think you need to be taught a lesson," he replied.
She struggled underneath and he couldn't hold back any longer. Combined with her trembling voice, Lawrence R's temple veins bulged.
Winnie looked beneath the blanket and her face turned red. "Don't move!" she shouted.
Enveloped in anger, Lawrence R leaned close to her ear and said, "You used underhanded tactics to hurt me with a needle, trying to set a trap for me?"
Seeing that he had remembered everything and exposed her plan, Winnie no longer wanted to play along. She swiftly struggled out from under him and ran off the bed.
She put on her coat as she stood at a distance.
Pulling out her phone quickly, Winnie said coolly, "Sorry, Mr. Rodriguez, let's make a deal—"
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