In the Lap of Luxury

Xander nodded.

Hazel's heart was pounding like a drum. She feared he might act impulsively, but she also wanted to see how far he would go for her.

She remained silent for quite some time.

After a while, Xander said with a darkened face, "I've reviewed the contract Jake signed with you. He offered you a 30% profit margin. I'll be the boss today. I can offer you 40%. As long as you're happy." The 10% increase in the profit margin shocked Hazel.

Sean's pupils contracted slightly. He hadn't expected Xander to be so generous.

"You'll be the boss? Do you know what that means?"

Xander's smile reappeared. "I know. Consider it compensation for my foolishness all these years. Will you forgive me?"

At this point, Sean was somewhat shaken.

Xander had given him enough respect today. Of course, as Xander's senior, he could act arrogantly, but he knew when to stop. If he went too far, it wouldn't end well.

After a moment, Sean laughed heartily and released Hazel. "It seems you do cherish this secretary of yours. The rumors are not unfounded."

The crisis seemed to have passed. Hazel cast a glance at the calm Xander, her heart racing.

At that moment, her phone vibrated inside her bag. She stepped out of the room and answered the call. "Peter?"

"It's been two hours. Is Mr. Fulton still inside?"

Hazel walked onto the balcony and saw Peter's tall figure standing next to the sports car in the square. "He's not done yet. Is there anything urgent?"

"It's not me. It's Ms. Lewis."

Hazel frowned, squinting her eyes. Sure enough, she saw a slender figure with exquisite curves sitting in the sports car.

"Why is she here?"

"Don't tell Mr. Fulton yet. How much longer will it take?"

Gripping her phone, Hazel turned back to look at the private room. The door had already opened. Xander and Sean had finished their discussion and were walking out.

"A while more. Let Ms. Lewis in." She pursed her lips and stated the room number.

She hung up the phone and walked briskly toward Xander.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"Mr. Fulton."

"Whose call was that?"

"Just a work call."

Xander nodded and walked out. "Ask your people to serve Sean well. I'll cover the expenses."

Hazel acknowledged him and followed him out.

Meanwhile, Grace stretched in the car. She nearly fell asleep.

Peter bent down and explained, "Hazel said it's almost over. Ms. Lewis, why don't you go in directly?" Grace originally thought that it wasn't appropriate, but it was getting late, and she had limited time.

If she didn't return home by midnight, Aaron would surely get angry.

So, she got out of the sports car. "Okay, I'll go in and find him."

Grace walked briskly. People in such places were keen-eyed. They could tell that she had an extraordinary presence, a quality that ordinary women did not possess.

Sean also noticed it.

When Grace pushed open the door to the private room, he was busy touching a woman. Hearing the noise, he turned around.

He saw a petite lady who was speaking softly. "I'm sorry. I got the wrong room."

Sean's eyes instantly lit up with desire. "Oh my, Xander is quite sensible."

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