Chapter 307 This is My Responsibility
After a crazy night, Eudora was left with shocking hickeys on her body. She couldn't imagine how terrifying such a thing could be.
Perhaps, it was Michael's fetish!
She looked at Michael, who was walking towards her, with a bit of fear.
"Eudora, are you afraid of me?" Michael placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of her, "You are so sexy, so I couldn't help myself. I promise I won't do it again. Please don't be mad."
A word flashed in Eudora's mind: fetish.
Some people had fetishes about such things, but she didn't expect Michael to be one of those disgusting types.
After a long while, she forced a smile, "Then you mustn't do it again. I'm not eating. Let's go see Mr. Runyon."
A cold glint flashed in Michael's eyes, "Have some oatmeal. I've invited Mr. Runyon here. You'll need the energy to discuss work with him."
"Invited him here?" Eudora was stunned. Realizing what he meant, she quickly took the oatmeal and drank a few sips.
"Yes, it's more private here, no one will find out." Michael stood up straight, watching her drink the oatmeal, "Is it good? I made it myself."
Eudora nodded quickly. Private? More like afraid Katniss would find out and cause trouble. She quickly finished the bowl of oatmeal and looked at Michael, "You always think of everything."
Michael took the empty bowl and turned to leave, ignoring Eudora's words behind him, "Michael, where are my clothes?"
"You don't need them." Michael's voice came from afar as he went downstairs.
Before Eudora could react, Milan came in, rubbing his hands together with a lecherous smile, slowly approaching her.
"Why are you upstairs!"
"Can't you see?" Milan smirked, "Mr. Astor asked me to come up, and you invited me."
In an instant, Eudora's heart sank. She didn't expect Michael to help her in this way!
Did she have to sleep with Milan to get the project?
She struggled hard but found she had no strength at all, though her mind was very clear.
"Don't waste time; I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Milan hurriedly took off his clothes, his bloated body making Eudora feel nauseous.
But this disgusting man got on her bed, lifted the thin blanket off her, and pressed down on her.
"Let go of me! Milan, do you believe I'll sue you? I didn't win last time, but I will this time! If you keep pestering me, the shareholders of Runyon Corporation will notice."
She screamed, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.
What made her even more desperate was Milan's words, "Go ahead and sue. I'm not the president of Runyon Corporation, just an ordinary person. Mr. Astor asked me to come. You hurt his sister. You look pretty, but your heart is so cruel. Look at what he did to you. I don't mind you being dirty, so don't mind me. Come on!"
Eudora's mouth was covered by something, and she could only make muffled sounds.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Katniss and Milan signed the contract. During the live broadcast by the media, Milan briefly introduced some details of the project.
He then pointed out the advantages of the plan given by White Corporation.
"Ms. Grey is young and promising. I admire her very much and hope for a pleasant cooperation in the future." Milan stood up and shook hands with Katniss.
Katniss politely shook his hand, but when she tried to pull back, Milan insisted on holding her hand for the photographers.
It was rumored that Milan was lecherous, and Katniss knew it, but she could only endure it in public.
Milan knew well that Katniss was not someone he could touch, so he dared only to hold her hand and not go further.
After the photos were taken, he let go of Katniss and signed the contract.
After the signing ceremony, the reporters dispersed, rushing to Synergy Global Corporation to get information from Tristan or Eudora.
But they couldn't find Eudora, so they intercepted Tristan, who was about to leave the company after work, risking their lives to stop his car.
Ryan had to stop the car and looked back at Tristan, "Mr. Forbes, what should we do?"
"Get out." Tristan said, and Ryan opened the car door and got out.
In an instant, the reporters stepped back six feet, maintaining a safe distance. Tristan, under their cameras, was as spirited as ever.
Even though there were rumors that he was idle and Synergy Global Corporation was in jeopardy, he seemed unaffected.
"Mr. Forbes, what do you think about Ms. Grey signing the Runyon Corporation project?"
"She's great. I admire her very much. I hope you all take good care of her." Tristan leaned against the car, not as decisive as usual.
With a bit of laziness and casualness, he was still someone you couldn't take your eyes off.
"Mr. Forbes, what are your plans for Synergy Global Corporation? Recently, there have been reports questioning whether White Corporation's repeated victories in taking Synergy Global Corporation's projects are due to an insider. What do you think? Will you sue White Corporation under commercial law?"
Tristan raised an eyebrow slightly, "I'm not in charge of Synergy Global Corporation, so my words don't count. The future of Synergy Global Corporation will be discussed at the shareholders' meeting tomorrow. I'll let you know then."
He was honest and straightforward, telling the reporters that he wouldn't hide Synergy Global Corporation's final outcome.
The reporters easily let him go.
"Rumor has it that White Corporation is hosting a celebration party at the Royal Orchid Resort tonight. Ever since Ms. Grey took office, White Corporation has made further progress. Ms. Grey is really impressive."
"Yeah, she did come out with Mr. Forbes back then."
"I heard she started an educational institution during her disappearance for over a year, which was also quite good."
The reporters chatted among themselves as Tristan stood with one hand in his pocket, leaning against the car, watching them leave.
After a long while, he turned and got into the car, "Head to the Royal Orchid Resort."
Hearing this, Ryan sighed and drove towards the Royal Orchid Resort.
Tomorrow, Travis and the others would hold a shareholders' meeting. Tristan had won the bet, but Travis had a backup plan!
Even without a backup plan, Synergy Global Corporation had suffered severe losses. How could Tristan bring it back to life?
Why wasn't he worried at all?
Ryan glanced at Tristan in the rearview mirror, thought for a moment, and finally said, "Mr. Forbes, you can't drink tonight. If you drink too much, you won't be able to get up for the shareholders' meeting tomorrow morning."
"I won't drink. I'm just going to make an appearance." Tristan replied without looking up.
At the celebration party, besides Katniss, Benjamin, and Samuel, there were also high-level executives from White Corporation.
Although Benjamin had fired Beau's people from the top positions after taking office, Beau had controlled White Corporation for decades.
So, some of the newly promoted executives were still Beau's people.
And some who weren't Beau's people didn't particularly respect Katniss either. After all, a woman had taken the top position.
Without Katniss, one of them might have become the general manager.
So, the atmosphere at this celebration party was very tense.
"Ms. Grey, since we're so happy, we should drink." Someone started to make things difficult, looking at the juice next to Katniss with a mocking expression, "What? Do you disdain drinking with us?"
Benjamin and Samuel both looked at the person, but this was a hurdle Katniss had to overcome herself; they couldn't protect her forever.
Authority must be established by oneself!
Katniss glanced at the person nonchalantly, "What did you call me?"
"Ms. Grey." The person was momentarily confused.
"Since you called me Ms. Grey, it means my position is higher than yours. You can't control whether I drink or not, but I can control whether you stay at White Corporation. Know your place and act accordingly."
Katniss sat up straight, not at all pressured by his provocation, "Previously, I was busy with the Runyon Corporation project and didn't have time to talk much with you all. From now on, I'll be in charge. I have a bad temper, so bear with me."
Someone slammed their glass on the table, "Ms. Grey, you have quite a temper. Just took office and already establishing authority. Not tough on outsiders but so strict with your own people?"
"Exactly, how can we be convinced by such a leader?"
"I didn't say anything wrong, just thought we should drink to celebrate on such a happy day. What's wrong with that?"
"You're not wrong. The problem is women are just petty and troublesome."
For a moment, harsh words were thrown at Katniss, questioning, belittling, and mocking her.
This scene was within Katniss's expectations. She raised an eyebrow, about to say something, when the door to the private room suddenly opened.
Tristan walked in slowly with a glass of red wine, smiling as he circled half the table and walked to Katniss's side.
"What a coincidence. I was dining here and heard White Corporation was having a celebration party, so I came to congratulate you, Ms. Grey."
He leaned his elbow on Katniss's chair, and she tilted her body to look up at him.
No one believed it was a coincidence!
His sharp eyes were clearly there to help her.
After a moment, she turned away from him, "Thank you, Mr. Forbes."
"What are you standing around for?" Benjamin signaled to the people on Katniss's side, "Make room for Mr. Forbes."
Immediately, everyone in the room shifted their seats to make space for the disgraced Tristan.
He didn't hesitate, turned, and sat down, even moving his chair closer to Katniss, "It's a bit cramped."
At someone else's celebration party, what was he doing here? Disrupting the executives' provocations, he couldn't let others see a joke.
The executives' expressions didn't look good, but they had to smile and make small talk.
"What are you doing here?" Katniss turned her body slightly, whispering.
White Corporation was in chaos, and Beau and his people were watching her.
At this moment, anyone associated with her would be in trouble.
"Just passing by." Tristan said seriously, then looked at her earnestly, "If you mind, I'll leave now."
Leave? Katniss paused when she saw the seriousness in his deep eyes.
For some reason, she couldn't say it.
"When I came in, I heard you were talking about making Ms. Grey drink. That's my fault." Tristan looked at everyone, "I only taught her skills, not how to drink. After all, a group of men forcing a woman to drink isn't something decent people do. If you want to drink, I'll join you."
How ridiculous! Not to mention that the people present were just some high-level executives of White Corporation, even the presidents of the business world wouldn't dare to force him to drink.
The fate of Synergy Global Corporation was still uncertain. Everyone was smart enough to give Tristan some respect.
Katniss saw Tristan tilt his head back and drink a glass of red wine, frowning, "Stop drinking! No one asked you to drink. Why are you getting involved?"
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