Chapter 3009 - 3018: Not Her Style

Chapter 3009: Chapter 3018: Not Her Style

"No." Skye Lawrence answered quickly and straightforwardly.

Oscar, facing her bluntness, didn’t know what to say and mocked, "You can’t even do it yourself, so why must I?"

Because the Oscar Family’s stocks have already run into trouble!

If he doesn’t step down, the consequences won’t be as simple as losing his position as President.

She knows Baron too well.

When Baron acts, it’s to drag someone to hell.

She just hopes to pull him back before he falls into hell, as a favor for protecting her in front of his mom for so long.

Skye Lawrence took a deep breath and said calmly, "But I want to bet. Bet on what choice you’ll make."

"What do you mean?" Oscar’s brow furrowed into a knot as he gripped the phone tightly.

However, Skye Lawrence had already hung up the phone.

He could only hear the rustling sound from the phone.

"..." Oscar placed the phone down, his chest heaving, his brows furrowed, still pondering what Skye Lawrence’s last words meant.

A seductive fragrance wafted from the woman behind him, and a pair of delicate hands embraced him, cooing seductively, "President Oscar, I miss you so much. Let’s not worry about others, shall we? I want you to only see me, just me..."

The woman’s hands boldly roved over his body like a mischievous fish, her nails precisely grazing his sensitive spots and moving downward...

No man could resist such temptation. His body instinctively reacted, his skin beginning to burn hotly...

Yet, his mind was entirely opposed to his body’s reaction, as clear as day! And his thoughts lingered on that strange call from Skye Lawrence.

Her attitude today was strange.

Not only did she rarely take the initiative to call him, but she insisted the secretary give him the phone even after hearing another woman answer the call.

This was not her style.

Skye Lawrence’s style is decidedly arrogant!

Normally, if her call was picked up by another woman during this time, she would hang up without hesitation, as if she never made the call.

She would not ask anyone to pass him the phone, much less speak so many ambiguous words.

Especially the last sentence... it caught his attention!

Oscar hated feeling led by the nose, his attention being controlled, unconsciously following someone’s lead... He disliked this loss of control.

The woman clinging tightly to him behind was already moaning softly, the air in the living room tinged with an amorous atmosphere...

Just as the secretary embracing him deliberately gyrated, pressing her body against his back, her left hand began to move below his abdomen, her hand was suddenly seized firmly by the man—

"Pr—President Oscar?" The person, who was already somewhat dazed, suddenly sobered up and called out incredulously.

Oscar flung her hand aside, ruthlessly distanced himself from her, walked over and sat on the sofa in the living room, not even looking at her, saying, "I’m not interested today, you should leave."

The secretary’s prolonged tease resulted in such an outcome, regardless of her feelings or dignity, she couldn’t take it, biting her lip as she moved forward, looking at him with hurt eyes and asked, "President Oscar, are you mad at me because of that call from Madam? I didn’t say anything inappropriate to her..."