"William, I’ve heard of people who throw money around, but seeing it firsthand is a first for . Frank Michaelson admires you! If you don’t mind, I’d like to be your friend!"
Finally, that line ca. Who didn’t want money?
I was just afraid that holding onto that money would burn my hands.
And I also rembered who this family really was.
Gary Michaelson, the CEO of the Michaelson Group.
He had quite the backstory. Over twenty years back, he was at the helm of a famous company, but after a major overhaul, he turned the ship around, using his connections to steer it from loss to profit.
In three years, he turned losses into profits, and then he soared to success, becoming one of the leading companies in the Sevan manufacturing industry!
With a market value of over a hundred billion, he was truly a big shot.
Gaining their friendship was the key. It might not show imdiate benefits, but in the long run, it would definitely pay off.
"I couldn’t ask for more!" I replied.
We exchanged contact information, and they spent so ti chatting with , giving a lot of respect.
During the conversation, they also asked about my situation, and I didn’t hide anything. I directly stated that I was an employee of Skylight. After all, I hadn’t signed a resignation agreent yet, so I was still an employee of Skylight.
"Lillian, are you leaving?"
"Dad, brother, you guys run along. I’ll stick around."
Lillian said, "I’ll be fine."
Gary hesitated for a mont, then he said, "Alright, there are people outside. If anything happens, just call them."
After they left, Lillian asked, "Are you silly? My dad gave you money. Why didn’t you take it?"
I was stunned. "What, is it wrong not to take the money?"
"Oh, quit it. You should’ve taken it when he offered. You saved , took a hit, and I feel like he didn’t cough up enough."
I looked at her carefully, joking. "No problem, you’re truly your father’s daughter."
"I just don’t want you to lose out."
"Alright, stop talking about it, or I’ll regret it."
I chuckled bitterly. That was a hundred million. Damn, I already regretted it.
But regretting now was useless.
"I knew it, but don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you."
She patted her chest.
I smiled and said, "Alright, I’ll take a nap. If you’re tired, just have a rest."
Originally full of energy, I beca drowsy and sleepy. I didn’t know how long it had been before I was awakened by a strong urge to urinate.
Having an IV line made it tricky. I struggled to get up. Since my right hand was bandaged, I couldn’t use it, and my left hand was still connected to the drip and various instrunts.
Seeing trying to get up, Lillian quickly asked, "What’s wrong?"
"I... I need to use the bathroom. Can you help remove the needle?"
I said, sowhat embarrassed.
"You can’t remove that."
She bit her lip and said, "Get off the bed, and I’ll help you!"
I was floored. Was she offering to help drop my drawers?
"I think I can handle it myself," I said, feeling a bit awkward.
"It’s okay. If it weren’t for , you wouldn’t be in this fix," Lillian said confidently. "I’m a girl and not afraid, so why should you be?"
Hearing this, I decided not to put on airs either. Heck, I was a grown man, not at any disadvantage here.
Getting off the bed, she supported the IV pole with one hand and helped with the other.
I chuckled and said, "It’s my hand that’s injured, not my foot."
"Oh, I was worried about you losing too much blood and feeling dizzy," she explained, her fair face blushing.
The young girl must have gathered a lot of courage to do this. I didn’t say anything more and followed her into the bathroom. She reached out her hand and started fumbling in front of .
"Oh, it’s cinched up tight," she remarked, blushing deeply.
"It’s hard to untie with just one hand. Wait a mont!" Lillian said and hung the IV bag on the side. The upscale ward even had IV poles in the bathroom.
Then, she squatted in front of , very close, and began to help with my belt.
Perhaps due to nervousness, she struggled for a minute without success, her delicate hands occasionally brushing against... I was in urgent need of pee, with no romantic thoughts in my mind. Her accidental touches, however, made erect.
Damn, can I even pee in the toilet like this?
She seed to sense the change, too, her ears turning red. The atmosphere in the bathroom beca tense yet oddly intimate.
After two minutes of struggle, she finally undid the belt. Looking up at , she said, "Let help you with that."
From that angle, in that position, it was almost seductive.
That cherry-like mouth of hers made want...
I nodded, and she stood up, slightly bending over, closing her eyes as she pulled down my pants.
As the restraint was released, there was a mont of respect, even a slight slap on her hand. She exclaid and quickly withdrew her hand, leaving feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Alright, all done," she said, standing up, her face blushing, turning away. "Call when you’re finished."
A young maiden standing by my side, how could I possibly pee?
"Um... could you step out for a mont? I’m feeling a bit nervous," I requested.
She didn’t say a word; she just nodded quickly and walked to the door. I could clearly hear her sigh of relief.
It took a good one or two minutes before I could relax.
"Are you done? I’m coming in!" she announced, blushing as she entered.
"I can manage on my own," I assured her.
"It’s fine," she closed her eyes and helped pull up my pants.
The whole process took five minutes, but those five minutes were a mix of sensual and tense.
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