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If she goes in empty-handed like this, she'll definitely be suspected. She’s afraid she won't even get to see Geoffrey before getting caught.

In her anxious state, a chestnut-haired man holding a bottle of red wine stepped out of the elevator. He should be one of the wine stewards here. Aileen quickly came up with an idea.

"Hey, handsome," she called out to the man, imitating the mannerisms of the women in the club.

"Is this wine for the customer in this room?" she casually pointed to Room 7.

The wine steward hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Yes."

Getting the answer she wanted, Aileen decided to take a risk, using a coy tone, "Could you do me a favor and let me deliver this wine instead of you? There's someone I admire in that room, you know, it's not easy to find someone reliable in our line of work. Can you help me out?"

The chestnut-haired man instantly understood; he was accustomed to such situations in this kind of place.

Seeing that he didn't outright refuse, Aileen hurriedly continued, "Don't worry, I have experience, and I won't get you into trouble." She leaned down and slipped some cash from her pocket, handing it to him.

"If I succeed, I'll come back and repay your kindness."

Taking the money, the wine steward observed Aileen, noting that her appearance and figure were top-notch, so he didn't think she would jeopardize his reputation with a few VIP guests. He felt at ease and handed her the wine.

"Be careful; those people inside are not to be messed with," he warned.

After the wine steward went downstairs, Aileen regained her seriousness, took a deep breath, and carried the tray towards the private room.

As she passed by the doorway, the bodyguards gave her scrutinizing looks, making her swallow nervously.

"Go in."

The private room was spacious, and she had to walk a bit further to see the layout inside. The lights were dim, with the only source coming from screens on the walls.

Being cautious, Aileen glanced around, and in the dim light, she couldn't immediately identify where Geoffrey was sitting.

"My most respected Mr. Geoffrey, you have to help me this time. Damn that bitch Angie for causing me so much trouble. She's just a broadcaster! I've slept with so many female celebrities, and none of them caused so much trouble!"

During this time, Pete was impressed by Geoffrey's ruthless methods and had changed how he addressed him. He crossed his legs and continued to vent his frustration.

"The Williams family has disrupted several of my business deals, worth billions! I've just taken over the chairmanship, and they've already slapped me in the face. How can I earn the respect of my brothers on this path in the future?"

As Geoffrey remained silent, the middle-aged man became anxious, "Mr. Geoffrey, we need to find a way to smooth things over... You didn't warn me last time; If I had known she was girl friend of the Williams family’s only son , I wouldn't have stepped into this mess.""

"Blame me?"

The two words came slowly, and Pete quickly denied, "No, no, no, how could I dare! It was my impulsive anger; I spoke without thinking. Please don't take offense. It's just that the Williams family keeps targeting me, you know, I..."

A cold sneer came from the other side, "If that's the case, let's fight fire with fire. Mr. Pete, why don't you deal with them the same way I would?"

Pete was taken aback, then suddenly understood, "You mean to say... you have a plan that can vent my anger and restore my face?"

A cunning smile appeared on his bloated face, and his eyes glinted with malice. He made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand.

Geoffrey didn't even look at him, "From now on, don't ask me to handle these kinds of things."

Upon hearing this, Pete eagerly presented a document, flatteringly saying, "Of course, not just this matter. I almost forgot... "

"Clap -"

The sound of glass shattering filled the private room, and it fell silent.

In that split second, Geoffrey's carefree demeanor vanished, and his dark eyes locked onto the woman standing motionless.

An interrupted Pete frowned displeasingly, but since he was full of pent-up frustration, he wanted to see who dared to provoke him!

“I fuck yo-”

"You, shut your mouth! Say one more word, and I'll tear it apart."

As soon as he uttered a word, Geoffrey yelled at Pete, who dared not utter another sound.

Looking at Geoffrey next to him in surprise, he saw that his entire presence had changed when he stared at the unmoving woman. He seemed different from before.

What's going on?

Amidst the spilled wine and broken glass, Geoffrey not only didn't blame her, but went crazy, rushing over and hugging her horizontally. Pete found it hard to believe his eyes.

"Mr. Geoffrey, our contract..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Geoffrey interrupted him with a cold snort. Pete was taken aback, and he seemed to swallow back his words in fear that saying one more word would get him torn apart.

When the two of them left the private room, Pete came back to his senses, his back covered in cold sweat. Could it be... the woman who had just arrived was Mrs. Johnson?

Geoffrey carried Aileen in his arms and rushed her to the hospital. Ignoring the surrounding stares, he held her tightly all the way. He didn't care who was watching as he rushed into a medical room and placed her on the bed.

Knowing where the medical tools were located, he found what he needed, squatted down in front of her, and followed the blood-soaked legs. With a pair of scissors, he cut open the stockings, exposing the injured muscles. Aileen gasped in pain.

The bleeding wouldn't stop, flowing from her thighs to her toes, creating a stark contrast between the bright red and her fair skin, a shocking sight.

"Don't move; applying anesthesia will ease the pain."