Conrad Sterling watched Anna Thornton walk over to Finn Grant with a cold expression, neither angry nor anxious.
As the woman turned back, he seemingly casually took a necklace out of his pocket and played with it in his hand.
The soft and understated glow of the erald on the necklace had an astonishing allure, firmly capturing the light in Anna’s eyes.
Finn thought he had the victory secured tonight and was about to reach for Anna’s hand to take her back. However, she suddenly took a step back, avoiding contact with him.
"Sorry, Young Master Grant, how about... I find you a driver?"
At her words, Finn narrowed his eyes at her dangerously, "What did you say?"
"I’m really sorry, I’m here to take Conrad Sterling ho. After all, I’m relying on him for food and shelter now, so it’s convenient to go back together. Your place is really out of the way for . So, it’s best you go back on your own."
Anna’s sudden change of heart imdiately infuriated Finn: "Anna Thornton, are you blind or is sothing wrong with your head? Standing next to Conrad Sterling, it’s obvious that I’m more handso and stylish, more deserving of a woman’s affections!"
Anna understood why Finn’s confident deanor felt so familiar; she had said similar things when comparing herself to Marilyn Ford.
Out of camaraderie, Anna nodded amicably, indicating agreent with Finn’s words.
Then the man continued, "What’s so good about Conrad Sterling, can’t I give it to you?"
"Um... there’s only one of this in the world, you really can’t give it to !"
As she spoke, Anna had already moved from beside Finn over to Conrad.
This ti, Conrad smiled with a victorious stance, schadenfreudely, "What if Young Master Grant is the last to leave?"
Before Ethan Hawthorne could speak, Finn couldn’t help but retort, "What does it have to do with you? Just the drink money, I can afford it."
"Paying is a small matter, the key is the punishnt after..."
Conrad deliberately left his sentence unfinished, as if he were tipsy.
The three n present were well aware that whoever was last today would have to be punished by disciplining a female companion, live streaming the play.
Yet Finn didn’t even have a girlfriend. He had spent the past while pursuing Anna, only for her to choose another man when she arrived.
Who would Finn discipline?
Anna helped the lounging Conrad up from the sofa, his weight nearly causing her to lose balance.
What is this situation?
Why wasn’t she at ho getting so beauty sleep instead of coming here out of curiosity?
They co to such places to indulge, and yet after they’re done enjoying, they expect won to take care of them, using their won as gambits for betting gas, what kind of people are these?
She should leave this man on the street for the night.
Anna was just about to toss Conrad off when she recalled the erald necklace left by her father, still in his hand, and suppressed that thought.
Gritting her teeth, Anna supported Conrad and walked out of the room, aware that Finn’s eyes were glaring at her from behind.
Great, now she’s really offended soone!
Finally, inside the elevator, Anna leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, sighing, "So heavy!"
Suddenly, Conrad’s weight on her seed to lighten.
Anna looked up, seeing Conrad’s eyes in a half-dazed state, mumbled, "Are you drunk or not, if not, walk by yourself, I can hardly hold on."
"..." Conrad didn’t walk by himself.
In the parking lot, Anna took Conrad’s car key and opened the door.
Just having gotten her driver’s license and driving such a good car, Anna was a bit nervous.
She got into the car and sat in the driver’s seat, touching the steering wheel and dashboard area, "Aston Martin DB9, Jas Bond’s official car, and the custom model from the movie 007, this is way too cool!"
Excited, Anna rubbed her hands together before driving, wanting to take a bath and change clothes, even light incense if possible... to express her tribute to this classic movie series and admiration for this cool machine.
Anna wanted to play so music, but saw that all Conrad had downloaded were classical pieces, which didn’t quite feel right.
So she switched to the radio, selecting a fiery and noisy rock song.
From the back seat, the loud music seed to be bursting Conrad’s head.
But seeing Anna in the driver’s seat shaking to the beat, happily shoulder-dancing, he said nothing.
Returning to Sterling Residence, everyone else was already asleep.
With great effort, Anna managed to haul Conrad upstairs to the second floor, feeling like her bones were coming apart, finally losing balance and collapsing onto the bed with Conrad.
"Oh god, next ti for this backbreaking work, get Ethan, okay? Otherwise, if I exhaust myself, who’s going to take care of Pop?"
Anna sprawled on the bed, too lazy to get up, venting her frustration with a heavy slap on Conrad’s chest.
To her surprise, she found his chest muscles were quite firm.
Anna, curious, wanted to test the feel again, but as soon as her hand reached out, it was captured.
Conrad pinned her hand above her head, suddenly flipping over to press down on her.
Relying on his long limbs, he enveloped her entirely in his shadow.
The bedroom lights were off, and Conrad leaned closer in the dark, trying to kiss Anna’s lips.
But Anna turned away!
Not only did Anna turn her head, but she covered her lips with her other hand in a strict defense.
"Hmph! Like I said before, there won’t be a next ti you kiss this easily!"
Conrad: "..."
Even the domineering CEO can slip up, Conrad couldn’t stand the embarrassnt of misjudging. Knowing Anna’s personality, she would definitely make a fuss given the chance, so he simply leaned his weight on her and closed his eyes.
"Conrad Sterling, do I look particularly easy to bully?"
"Don’t you think you’re contradicting yourself? Disdain on one hand, yet you get close to . Actually... you’ve already fallen for , right?" Anna prodded him with her finger, prompting, "If you like soone, say it, don’t you think tonight’s atmosphere is perfect for a confession?"
However, there was no response!
"Conrad Sterling!"
Anna pushed him, finding the man limp and breathing steadily as if asleep, climbed up to turn on the bedside lamp.
"Are you kidding? You fell asleep this fast? You must be faking it!"
Anna doubted him, crouched beside the bed and poked his waist again, knowing that spot being ticklish couldn’t be easily pretended.
But looking at Conrad, his eyes remained peacefully closed, giving no response.
"He’s really drunk, huh? Hmph, as expected, n always like to have their cake and eat it too. When sober, they bluff with the pot, but when drunk, they realize the pot is better!"
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