CHAPTER 155: CHAPTER 88: ALL MEN’S SWEET TALK IS A LIE 2

Coming back to her senses, Becca Quentin realized she was in front of the mirror in the washroom, and her makeup wasn’t finished yet.

She seldom wore makeup unless it was for an important occasion, but now it was to conceal the redness and swelling around her eyes.

Just as her makeup was almost done, Becca Quentin’s phone rang from the bedside table...

After tidying up her makeup, Becca Quentin walked out of the washroom and picked up the phone.

Unsurprisingly, the number on the phone was Howard Geoffrey’s. A bitterness welled up inside her, but Becca forced a smile and pressed the answer button, "Hello."

"Baby, did you miss me?"

Becca softly replied, "Mm, I missed you a lot." I wanted to see your hypocritical face—how you could play the part so convincingly.

Howard’s voice was sincere and low, "Sorry..."

Becca pretended to be angry, "I don’t want to hear your apologies. You said you were coming to T City in two days, but it’s been several days... Mr. Geoffrey, when exactly are you coming?"

As Becca expressed her displeasure with Howard, a sudden knock sounded at the door.

Becca spoke as she walked to the door, "Hey, hold on a second, it might be housekeeping."

Howard answered, "Okay."

Every day at this time, housekeeping would ask if she needed their services, so without thinking, Becca opened the door, but what met her eyes was the handsome face she had internally cursed a thousand times just moments ago.

For the first time, she reacted faster than him, dropped her phone, and rushed into his arms, holding him tightly. "You jerk, you lied to me. You’re already here..." The sound in her voice was filled with deep longing.

Howard held her soft body as she rushed into his embrace, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.

Becca stood on her tiptoes to match his movements.

The familiar scent entwined them, and despite the familiar intimacy, Becca felt a deep-seated desire to slap him hard at that moment.

After a long while, Howard released Becca. Their ten-day separation made him eager, lifting her effortlessly and heading straight to the room.

The door closed with a bang.

Becca ended up being thrown onto the closed door by Howard.

Becca held Howard’s hand, her eyes revealing a yearning, and spoke with sweetness, "I’ve been thinking; a woman’s youth doesn’t last long, and it’s so hard for us to be together. I don’t want to waste any more time..."

"Hm?"

Becca suddenly turned, cupped Howard’s handsome face, and said seriously, "Howard, let’s get married!"

Howard gazed into Becca’s dark eyes, which revealed a subtle sharpness.

Becca didn’t notice the change in Howard’s gaze but knew she’d cornered him. So, she pouted angrily, "See, see, I knew it. You were never serious about what you said. You don’t love me at all!"

She aimed straight for his heart, wanting an answer from him.

Howard squinted his eyes, his voice husky, "Do you really want to marry me?"

Becca withdrew her hand and said irritably, "Forget it. The proposal was originally your idea, but now it looks like I’m the one desperate to marry you. I won’t get married after all! From now on, even if you want to marry me, I won’t!" She got up from Howard’s lap, pretending to sulk.

Howard’s handsome face broke into a smile as he pulled Becca back, his deep voice low and hoarse, "Silly, I thought convincing you to marry me was going to be a challenge... Now that you said this, there’s no backing out!"

Becca’s eyes instantly sparkled, blinking as she asked, "Are you..."

Howard concentrated on Becca’s glistening eyes, and with heartfelt emotion, he spoke, "Becca Quentin, are you willing to give us another chance, to let me take care of you for a lifetime?"

If it were before, she would have been overjoyed at this moment.

Yet now, hearing him say these words, her heart felt dead and calm.

The image of him with Isabella Joanna in loving embrace suddenly flashed through her mind. Gripping her discomfort, she forced a smile on her beautiful face, asking in disbelief, "Really?"

Howard nodded, "Mm."

Becca shook her head in excitement, "No, I didn’t hear clearly. I want you to tell me again."

This time, Howard encompassed his deep affection and spoke simply and assertively, "Would you be willing to marry me, Becca Quentin?"

Throwing herself into Howard’s arms, Becca was like a child who received candy, joyfully exclaiming, "I do, I do!!"

The next second, they embraced each other, engaging in a deep kiss.

Afternoon.

Howard returned to the company to handle business in T City.

Rebecca Quentin sat alone in the hotel’s first-floor café, sipping her coffee with elegance and ease.

Suddenly, a stylish and flamboyant woman sat at the table next to Rebecca Quentin.

There was a two-meter distance between them, and they seemed not to know each other, with no eye contact, yet they had come by appointment.

Rebecca Quentin was the first to pick up her phone, sending a text to the woman next to her, "Hmm, your appearance fits the bill."

The other woman also pretended to be playing on her phone, replying, "No man has ever resisted my charms, rest assured and wait to see the results!"

"Alright, I’ll transfer your payment to your card, and also buy some luxury items to gift you."

"This year I’ve truly met a benefactor, thank you, come find me again if there’s more work, goodbye!"

After sending the message, the seductive woman continued drinking her coffee nonchalantly, and once everything seemed natural, she finally left in her high heels.

Once the woman left, Rebecca Quentin dialed a number.

The call was quickly connected, and Rebecca Quentin stirred the coffee beside her, smiling as she spoke, "Mr. Jones, you might want to congratulate me first, Howard Geoffrey is preparing to announce our engagement next Sunday."

"Hearing your relaxed tone, it seems your plan is in motion."

"I only have one week, so I need your help. I hope you can find ways this week to distract Howard Geoffrey, preferably keeping him busy with work."

"Alright."

"Nothing else, Mr. Jones, wishing us a delightful collaboration once again."

Ending the call, Skyler Jones casually tossed the phone onto the table, leaning back in his chair comfortably.

After a moment of contemplation, Skyler Jones pressed the company’s house phone and said to his secretary, "Have Nicholas Harrod come in!"

A few minutes later, Oversky’s deputy general manager, Nicholas Harrod, walked into Skyler Jones’s office.

With a respectful bow, Nicholas Harrod asked, "Mr. Jones, do you have any instructions?"

Skyler Jones queried, "How’s the matter I assigned you coming along?"

Nicholas Harrod responded, "’Leonard’ and ’Jennings’ have both partnered with our Sofia Corporation overseas. Given their previous collaborations with ’Oversky,’ their liquidity is already limited. If Sofia faces issues, ’Leonard’ and ’Jennings’ will invest to buy what is essentially an empty shell of Sofia to protect their interests, tightening their finances further... At this point, ’Oversky’ will exert pressure claiming the need for more investment, and to avoid losses, these two companies will resort to bank loans. Then, all you have to do, holding another project’s name, is to apply for loans from their bank, causing the bank to refuse other loan requests. These companies will thus have no choice but to seek help from Howard Geoffrey. However, as the saying goes, distant water cannot quench present thirst; even if Howard Geoffrey has enough funds to assist them, ’Skytop’ will face financial turbulence. Consequently, when ’Skytop’ competes with ’Oversky’ for that Hawaiian coast resort project, ’Oversky’ will win due to ’Skytop’s’ financial shortfall."

Skyler Jones tilted his head, lighting a cigarette, "Well done."

Nicholas Harrod asked, "Mr. Jones, should we proceed according to the original plan?"

Skyler Jones shook his head, "No, advance the plan. I want results in a week."

Nicholas Harrod frowned, slightly bewildered, "But Mr. Jones, the plan was always set for next month. Advancing it might alert ’Leonard’ and ’Jennings,’ significantly decreasing the chances of success."

Skyler Jones drew on his cigarette, holding it between two fingers over the ashtray, an amused smile on his lips, "Whether the plan succeeds is secondary now. Besides, who says the plan will fail?"

Though puzzled, Nicholas Harrod could only nod at Mr. Jones’s orders, "Yes, I’ll handle it right away."

"Hmm."

Nighttime.

Rebecca Quentin lay alone in bed, her gaze frozen on the ceiling.

Is he a man unswayed by temptation?

Clearly not...

She, Christine Quinn, Isabella Joanna... which of them hadn’t been toyed with heedlessly by him?

Did he truly think this world revolved around him? Ha... she wanted to see what it feels like when he’s the one being toyed with.

She could already foresee...

A week later, when he wraps his arm around her to announce their engagement to the media, she will slap him hard across the face in front of the world while a giant screen behind them plays a vulgar video of him with another woman... by then, he will be utterly disgraced.

This is her payback for his wanton trampling over her these six years, and also a summary of her own six-year history, ending all ties with him.

At the same time, in the Mevi Palace Club.

Four graceful women entered a private room.

Mr. Ernest of "Shinhwa" Industries warmly addressed the women, "Quick, sit next to Mr. Geoffrey... entertain him well for me."

Seated on the eight-seat expensive leather sofa, Howard Geoffrey smiled slightly, his suit in the hands of his secretary, shirt undone, the tie gently pulled by a woman sitting on his lap.