Chapter 17
Adam gave Alison a frosty look, his voice icy. “You really wanna lose your spot as a lead dancer?”
That comment hit Alison like ice water, quelling her impulses and fantasies. The dance company she had joined was globally renowned, with the lead dancer role being highly coveted.
Seeing her mute response, Adam felt boredom creeping in. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, visibly irritated. “Get out.”
“Adam. L” Alison started.
He turned, his tone cutting. Im not known for my patience. Don’t make me say it again.”
Twenty minutes later, as Adam approached Hortensia, he saw several male attendants entering Dolores’s suite.
Through the partly open door, he glimpsed her face, glowing radiantly from the alcohol, her beauty enhanced to a heart–stopping degree, her allure both mysterious and dangerously seductive.
In the private booth, Gail elbowed Dolores lightly. “Hey, where the fuck have you zoned out to! I’ve been calling your name forever”
Dolores shook her head, seeming a bit out of it. “I think… I just saw Adam”
“What the fuck?” Gail eyed her doubtfully, then glanced towards the door, which was completely empty.
“You’re definitely hammered. Even if Adam was actually at Hortensia, there’s no way he’d show his face on this floor. She laughed and gestured upwards. “Those uppity bastards are probably holed up in their VIP paradise right now.”
Realizing it might have been her imagination, Dolores shifted her focus to a group of men lined up in front of them and asked, “Did you invite all
these dudes?
“Yup, thought they would add a little fun to the night. We’ve already ordered the drinks, might as well make it worth their while,” Gail explained. though she inwardly sighed.
Well, at least we’ve got some
The night was supposed to celebrate Dolores’s leap back to single life, but with the divorce on hold, it all felt a bit off. “Well, at least rye candy, Gail thought
Dolores wasn’t much for this kind of scene or booze, but Gail insisted the drinks were non–refundable, so she reluctantly downed two beers.
Later, they both ended up buzzing–not completely shitfaced but definitely staggering
As they made their unsteady way toward the elevator, supported by a man on each side, Dolores accidentally bumped into someone.
He was a forty–something, short, stout man with a beer belly, giving her a sleazy leer. “Hey, isn’t this Ms. Sherry? Kennard Lyons here. Met you once when I visited the Walcott Group. You remember?”
His company had a hiccup last time, and he had sought help from Adam, which led to a brief encounter with Dolores that he hadn’t forgotten. Now slightly more alem. Dolores quickly withdrew her arm from Kennard’s grasp. “Mr. Lyons, what do you want?”
Noticing the Hortensia name tags on the men assisting them, Kennard grinned creepily. “Ms. Sherry, out for drinks with friends? Why don’t we switch to a private room! I’ve got some things to discuss with you”
Dolors, will a
labud
dizzy, flatly refused. “If it’s about business, I’m just an assistant; I can’t make decisions for Mr. Walcott Playing it safe, she deliberately didn’t mention her resignation, believing Adam’s influence might offer some protection.
ryou. You’re just a runaround at Walcott
“It’s not about work, Kennard continued, seeing her frustration. “But it’s definitely something good for y Group Come work for me. Set your own salary, head up the assistant department. How’s that sound!”
As he spoke, bar wied to grab her hand again “Sure, Walcot’s a big name, but you could slave away there for lifetimes and never afford a place in Marvilla Come with me 1111 set you up with a condo tomorrow, deed it straight over to you?
Delores took a step back, pretending not to catch his insinuation. “Sorry, Mr. Lyons, I have no interest in buying a house in Marvilla. Thanks for the offer, though“.
Kennard had ins fair share of women, but our had ever flat–out refused him to his face. Itis expression darkened. “Dolores, don’t be stupid. I’m
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iffering you a golden ticket here. Stirk with me for three months, and you’ll rake in more cash than you could in a lifetime!”
Dolores expreson tumed even icier. “Not interested…
Before she could finish her sentence, Kennard aggressively grabbed her hand, trying to pull her into a private room. He felt bold on the third floor
comimon arta, where the elite rarely wandered.
Struggling to free herself, Dolores yelled, “Get the fuck off me?”
Bering this, Gail, despite feeling woozy, stepped in front of Dolores and slammed her bag into Kennard’s head. “Let her go. Look in the mirror for oner, you fucking ugly piece of trash!”
Caught off guard, Kennard stumbled, but he quickly regained his footing and pushed Gail against the wall, snarling. “You’re cruising for a bruising!” He kicked at Gail, uncaring about the force of his blow. Given his short, stocky build, he only managed to hit her thigh.
Deviures, while trying to fend him off, pulled Gail behind her. Amid the struggle, she caught a glimpse of Adam standing a short distance away, oddly derring everything as if he were merely a bystander.
e years of
marriage, and he just stands there, cold–blooded,
Her resistance suddenly weakened, and she felt a cold chill run through her. “Three watching me get bullied she thought bitterly
The tumult was quickly subdued by the security at Hortensia, and Kennard was restrained.
Paul Brown, the manager, immediately apologized to Dolores and Gail and then arranged for a doctor to examine them. Once they were taken care of, he turned to the restrained Kennard “Mr. Lyons, Hortensia has strict rules against fighting and harassing guests.”
Kennard winning in pain, didn’t dare talk back. He might not know who the big boss of Hovmensia was, but he knew well enough not to mess with
In a desperate attempt to deflect blame, he pointed at Dolores. “I wasn’t harassing her. She was the one who offered to sleep with me. When the price wasn’t right, she started this whole shitsbow“”
