Chapter 17 Being Noticed By Another Big Shot!
Chapter 17 Being Noticed By Another Big Shot!
Verena wanted to get her hands off, but Louis still grabbed her hard.
When seeing that, Lemuel suddenly frowned, looking colder.
Verena forced a smile and tried to calm herself down, "Sorry, Mr. Louis, you put your hands on mine."
Louis still looked casual and smiled warmly at her, "Sorry for offending you. But your hands look nice
and it feels so smooth just like a piece of flawless jade."
He didn't let her go until he gave a hand-kissing. However, he still seemed to fix his eyes on her.
Verena hurried to walk out of the office.
Lemuel suddenly paused while flipping the files. Then he raised his head and happened to take a © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
glimpse at her, who was walking away. Then he let out a meaningful smile, 'You look quite clever this
time.'
As time went by, Verena was sitting still on her seat, looking distracted.
After sending coffee to the office, she didn't even walk in for the whole day. For the rest of her day, she
had been reading the files sent by Anna.
Soon, it was off-work time. All staffs put down the files they were working on and were about to leave.
When seeing that Verena still intended to stay, Anna paused curiously, "Miss Moore, time to get off
work."
"I know. I will leave after reading those files. Be careful on your way home." Verena smiled politely.
"Okay, I am leaving then. Don't make it too late."
"Okay!"
After reading all the files, it was 7:00 PM. The sky turned to be a bit dark.
She walked out of the building with her bag. Under the dim street light, she felt exceedingly peaceful.
However, she suddenly sprained her own ankle. She couldn't help exclaiming and stumbled down on
the ground.
Lemuel, who was driving, happened to see her lying on the ground. Then he fixed his eyes on her.
The car slowly stopped beside her.
She was stunned when seeing the clear-cut profile of his face. She stared at him, looking confused.
"Get in the car!" Lemuel said.
Seeing his cold face, Verena answered out of instinct, "I can walk myself!"
He looked at her and then said mockingly, "Don't you think you look awkward?"
Verena was rendered blushed. She kept murmuring to herself, 'It's none of your business!'
"Get on the car!" his voice sounded stronger.
Since she had sprained her ankle, she couldn't walk any further. So she still decided to get in the car.
When she reached the back seat and was about to open the door, his annoying voice again, "I am not
your chauffeur!"
When hearing that, Verena had to open the door in the front and sat beside him.
The car fell into deadly silent again.
She felt like being suffocated. She suddenly regretted getting on his car.
As the car went far away, another silver Rolls-Royce came out of the dark.
"Sir, shall we follow?" the chauffeur asked Louis, who sat in the rear.
"No! We still have plenty of time. There is no need to be hurried." Louis said with lustful eyes.
Only he himself noticed that he was getting really thrilled when he just simply touched her hands.
And he had never been so excited before. He didn't even expect that a simple hand touch would get
him so thrilled.
Now he couldn't wait to take action.
Meanwhile, the car Lemuel was driving still fell into dead silence. Verena could even hear her own
breath echoing around.
She would be definitely suffocated if the silence still lingered around.
She bent forward to touch the radio while Lemuel was staring at her.
"I just want to play music." She said.
"What do you want from us?" he suddenly said.
Her finger suddenly flinched back before she was about to touch the radio. Then she forced a smile to
answer perfunctorily, "Nothing. Don't get me wrong."
At this moment, Anna's voice sounded, "Mr. Lemuel, there will be a banquet held in Hilton Hotel tonight,
at 8:00 PM. Do you need a female companion?"
He suddenly glanced at Verena who sat beside him. Then he answered briefly, "No!"
Then he suddenly made a sharp turn to another direction. Verena was stunned and fell into fluster,
"Where are we going?"
"You will know when we arrive." Lemuel didn't look at her while speaking.
"But it will be too late…" she murmured while biting her own lips. Then she looked at him, "No, I am not
going with you!"
"You are afraid that I will sell you?" then he continued, "Or you can choose to jump off the car!"
"How can you force me?" she glared at him, looking braver out of anger.
Lemuel turned around slowly to look at her, "You can choose not to be forced!"
"Lemuel!" Verena went so mad. However, she could do nothing about it.
The car soon stopped in front of a club. Before she could react, Lemuel made a finger snap and then
an usherette was coming over to take her in.
As she was taken to the fitting room, the usherette suddenly stripped off her top.
She was totally startled and tried to cover herself up. But the other usherettes stopped her, "Lady, we
are all female. Don't be shy!"
"But…" before she could finish, her scream sounded again as those usherettes ripped off her pants.
Those usherettes pinned her down and she couldn't even nudge a bit. She could do nothing but to wait
for their disposal.
After getting her changed, those usherettes took her to put on makeup. Suddenly, a bad feeling surged
up in her mind.
Before she could figure what happened, she was taken out of the fitting room.
Meanwhile, Lemuel was sitting on a sofa with his legs crossed after getting himself changed into a
black suit.
When hearing her voice, he looked at her. His eyes turned to be darker while shining with mysterious
glow.
Verena stood awkwardly in front of a mirror while wearing a female cheong-sam. She was grabbing the
dress while biting her lips out of nervousness.
While noticing his gaze, she felt even more agitated. She couldn't even casually rest her arms.
She was wearing a water-ink-color Chinese cheong-sam, which even highlighted her tiny waist, her
busty butt and her fair slender arms. Her wonderful figure was well shown in front of him. Her shoulders
were clad with her long and black shining hairs. She looked so pure and gorgeous. She looked like one
of those beauties coming from a masterpiece painting.