Chapter 334 Why Aren't You Calling Me Mr. Blackwood Anymore?
Karen looked at the young, beautiful girl in front of her with some regret. "Was it you who rubbed against Mr. Blackwood just now?"
The young girl's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yes, Ms. Abbott, you told me to..."
Karen immediately interrupted her. "You can mess around with your legs, but don't mess around with your words. When did I ever tell you to do such a thing? Windsor Group is a legitimate company. What's your name again?"
The inexperienced young girl, thinking she had done a great job, quickly introduced herself. "My name is Bianca, Ms. Abbott. About tonight's dinner..."
Karen smiled faintly. "Bianca, right? You did well today. I'll inform the finance department. You can go directly to collect your severance pay."
Bianca was petrified on the spot.
Karen, in her high heels, took a few steps forward, then paused and couldn't help but give a couple of reminders. "Oh, by the way, you'd better keep what you did just now to yourself and not brag about it everywhere."
"Ms. Abbott, wasn't it you who told me to..."
Karen immediately distanced herself from the matter. "I never told you to mess around with the client. I told you to be clever. Or do you have evidence? Are you going to report me to Mr. Blackwood?"
Bianca was speechless.
Karen walked back to her office with a cheerful demeanor.
Bianca's little stunt was brilliant!
Two hundred million-dollar price difference, just like that.
She sat in her executive chair, leisurely spinning around, and called the manager of the Shilla Hotel.
"Clear the rooftop restaurant for me tonight."
"But Ms. Abbott, a few regulars have already reserved spots for tonight. Canceling on them last minute wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"
Karen tapped her fingers on the desk. "I don't care who reserved the spots. Cancel all of them. The rooftop is booked for tonight."
The manager on the other end hesitated. "But some of them are very important..."
Karen's voice rose a few notches. "I don't care how important they are. Are they more important than the client of Windsor Group? I'm telling you, Mr. Blackwood from SY is taking his young wife to the Shilla Hotel tonight. Other than serving the food, no one is to disturb them! If anyone fails to take care of this client, they can pack up and leave tonight!"
"Copy that, Ms. Abbott."
After giving her instructions, she hung up the phone.
The phone on her desk rang again.
As soon as she picked up, Ronald's scolding voice came through. "Karen, the news about you raising the price has spread throughout Windsor Group! Who gave you permission to do that? If Father finds out you hiked the price in front of the client..."
The voice was loud and ear-piercing.
Karen disdainfully held the phone away from her ear and retorted, "So what if Father finds out? I'm generating Q4 revenue for Windsor Group. Two hundred million-dollar price difference, do you think there are many deals in the world this big? Are you so idle that you just want to scold me?"
Ronald sternly replied, "Doing too many opportunistic things will have a bad impact on Windsor Group!"
Karen chuckled. "I'm opportunistic? Sure, I make dirty money, and you make clean money. Without people like me, people like you who are rigid and inflexible would soon be out of luck. Oh, by the way, I didn't do this alone. Quinn and I did it together. If you want to report it, go ahead."
With that, she slammed the phone back onto the receiver.
Ronald, that killjoy!
Always ruining her good mood!
She leaned back in her executive chair, looking at the contract on the desk, her eyes lighting up again.
She grabbed the hefty contract and happily clicked her high heels around the office.
Two hundred million-dollar price difference!
What an idiot Ronald was!
Conscience money? Ridiculous!
With someone like Magnus, a big capitalist who played capital games, money was like waste paper to him. She was doing him a favor, saving him from the anxiety of having too much money!
Her eyes shifted, and she called the surveillance room. "Turn off the cameras in the large conference room on the eighth floor."
"Yes, Ms. Abbott."
Meanwhile, in the large conference room on the eighth floor.
Most of the colleagues from both parties had left, and Paul had been sent by Magnus to follow up on subsequent work.
In the spacious conference room, only Juniper and Magnus left.
Juniper, with a calm expression, got up and walked towards the door. "Mr. Blackwood, let me show you around our company."
As soon as she turned around, Magnus's large hands pulled her into his embrace from behind.
The moment her back pressed against his chest, Juniper's eyelashes fluttered.
He stood behind her, enveloping her slender frame in his arms. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected a faint, indistinct shadow.
Magnus stood tall and straight, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, exuding a cold and restrained aura.
Although Juniper had a slender frame, she was 5 feet 6 inches tall. Yet, in his arms, she seemed petite and delicate.
The size difference between them was quite large.
But they matched perfectly.
His well-defined hand gently gripped her slim waist, applying a bit of pressure, pressing her waist and hips against his lower abdomen.
Firm and soft, pressed together without a gap.
Just as Juniper was about to push away his hand from her waist, a scorching kiss landed on her temple, like a drizzle, dense and gentle.
"Magnus!"
Hearing her call him that, Magnus let out a low, teasing chuckle. "Why aren't you calling me Mr. Blackwood anymore?"
His lips were close to her ear, kissing her lightly, making her feel a tingling itch.
Juniper turned her head, trying to avoid him, but she was in his arms, held tightly, with no way to escape.
"Magnus, let go of me first."
"No."
He stood behind her, his head lowered to her neck.
The cold scent of cedar mixed with a hint of light sandalwood from him instantly surrounded her.
Juniper's mind went blank for a moment.
The hand on her waist tightened a bit more.
He kissed her temple, but clearly, he wasn't satisfied with just that.
As he kissed her, he turned her around to face him.
The scorching kiss immediately landed on Juniper's lips.
This time, the gentle kiss gradually became more intense, with his usual dominant possessiveness.
Magnus's large hand cupped the back of her head, pressing her against the floor-to-ceiling window, their lips and tongues entwined, conquering and claiming.
The longing of so many days, like a floodgate opening, found an outlet, and for a moment, Magnus lost control.
It wasn't until he felt the person in his arms struggling that Magnus stopped, resting his forehead against hers and sighing softly. "After all these days apart, you don't miss me at all?"
Juniper remained silent.
Seeing her not speak, Magnus frowned slightly, his large hand pulling her waist closer to him. "You were rubbing against me with your high heels during the meeting, and now you're acting like a wooden doll? The contract is signed, and you don't want me anymore?"
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