Chapter 342 Did Connor Have a Crush on Annabelle
"Can I ask for anything?" Connor raised his lips slightly, looking meaningfully at Annabelle.
Annabelle felt inexplicably nervous, always feeling that he was a bit dangerous, but she couldn't pinpoint where the danger was.
"Yes, as long as it's within my capabilities and you are sincere, then of course I will do it." She nodded.
He raised his hand and pushed his glasses, his slender, good-looking fingers lightly sliding over the back of her hand when he picked up a napkin.
She felt a chill where her fingers were touched.
She watched him vigilantly; as a woman, of course, she understood this was a sexual innuendo.
"Your appearance completely fits my aesthetic." He praised her.
She had always been confident in her looks and figure, unconsciously sitting up straight. "With your background and looks that are no worse than a celebrity's, you shouldn't lack women, right?"
"In my eyes, there are many types of women." He still maintained a faint smile. "What I pursue is a sense of novelty. I want to release my nature to the extreme, follow my heart."
She blushed slightly.
She thought, 'His appearance is indeed the type that many women would be attracted to, especially his physique.'
'I wouldn't lose anyway.'
'Moreover, if I have an intimate relationship with you, it would be much easier to deal with Jasmine in the future.'
"You must care a lot about your reputation, right? I am a married woman." She probed him.
She thought, ' He is such a hypocritical gentleman; based solely on appearance couldn't reveal his repressed nature.'
'Moreover, his reputation is excellent, with no weaknesses. I had originally wanted to find his weaknesses before meeting him, but I hadn't found any. Now it seemed that men were not simple for their adept methods .'
"I have a special interest in married women." He shook his glass and made a hushing gesture. "The one I choose must be a woman like you, who cherishes her reputation and feathers more than I do, each taking what they need, enjoying pleasure in time."
His message was evident that he valued his reputation, and he expected the same from her; he wouldn't discuss it, and neither would she.
She raised her lips. If she left evidence of what happened between them, he would have to listen to her obediently in the future.
"How can I know your sincerity?" She realized that this so-called best psychologist in Silverlight City was actually a psychological deviant who liked other people's wives and seemed very interested.
'However, considering his exceptional appearance and physique, this slight psychological quirk can be overlooked, especially since he is valuable,' she thought.
"I will tell you Jasmine's weakness first. Once you manage to provoke her successfully, I believe you will come back to me." He seemed very confident.
Annabelle wouldn't just use him this once.
Her eyes lit up as she took the initiative to touch his fingers, smiling coquettishly. "I like men like you."
His slender and good-looking fingers clasped her hand, gently teasing her palm. "Jasmine has a serious mental illness. Once provoked, she will go crazy. What she fears most is a closed room, a dark room without sunlight, foul language and insults, and a man who tries to harass her with words."
She squinted and reached for her bag. "If what you say works, we will meet again soon."
She was also a very smart woman; once she got what she wanted, she left immediately.
It was as if the prey was luring its hunter.
Unfortunately, she forgot that he was a psychologist, a hunter at the top of the food chain. .
Watching she leave, his smile froze, disgust flashing in his eyes.
He picked up an alcohol wipe from the side and vigorously rubbed his hands until his fingers turned red, his expression also showing disgust.
The Cunningham Group.
Jasmine was organizing documents when the pen in her hand fell to the ground, and she felt somewhat anxious for no reason.
"I'm in Silverlight City, downstairs at the Cunningham Group," Henry called, saying he was downstairs.
She picked up the pen from the ground, hung up, and prepared to go downstairs.
"It's noon, where did Jasmine go?" Nolan came out of the office and looked at her workstation, frowning.
"Nolan, Jasmine went downstairs." Other employees explained.
He threw a property brochure onto her desk and walked away.
It was a luxury villa project in Silverlight City's new central district, a purchase reserved for those with the means and a connection to the Crestwood Development Group to secure a prime lakeside location.
The total value of this house exceeded ten million dollars.
He had his assistant treat the real estate development department of the Crestwood Development Group to meals for two days before securing the lakeside villa.
Downstairs.
Jasmine walked out of the company and saw Henry leaning against the car door.
He seemed a bit tired, probably because of company matters that had him stressed.
"Have you eaten?" He straightened up, softly asking.
She lowered her head and didn't speak.
"Get in the car. I'll take you to lunch." He opened the passenger door for her.
She hesitated and didn't move.
"Listen to me." He seemed to be comforting her. "Ethan doesn't have time to come pick you up for lunch now. Are you planning to starve yourself?"
She clenched her fingers and glanced at him. "Ethan's company is facing some problems. Someone is maliciously competing, using a large sum of money to snatch projects that have already been contracted and paid for by him. For a newly established small company, it's a devastating blow. Did you do this?"
He looked at her. "You asked me to give you that money so that the funds could not be transferred to the company I am responsible for. Where do I have time to do this?"
"I know who it is. It's Annabelle and Daniel. They want to ruin Ethan, but they don't have the brains for it. Was it your idea? You used the same methods, sacrificing your interests, to suppress a small business three years ago." She stared at him.
"And the people you met at the ClubBar recently were part of the project team ." She was close to tears, questioning him.
He took a deep breath and remained silent, tacitly admitting.
He thought, ' I indeed don't want Ethan to make a comeback.'
"Why would you do this?" She looked at Henry. "Are you trying to use Ethan to threaten me, or do you think that by ruining Ethan, I won't have any other choice but to choose you?"
He stepped forward, wanting to grasp her wrist.
She angrily shook off his hand and took a step back.
"That's how the business world is, survival of the fittest. Ethan has offended the Douglas family. He lacks capital support but is strong. There are too many people who don't want to see him rise, too many who want to do something behind his back." He looked at her, speaking again. "You can't avoid business competition; he has too many enemies."
"You're going too far." She choked out.
"Get in the car first. Let's go eat something." He gestured for her to get in the car.
Her hands trembled. "Are you threatening me?"
"If you must see it that way, I can't help it." He sounded hurt. "Listen to me, and I can help Ethan."
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