CHAPTER 234: CHAPTER 234: I AM LANDON LAWSON

Sienna Quinn suddenly felt a shock, as the fat man became even more aggressive, grasping both of Quinn’s hands in his own. He unabashedly commented, "I didn’t expect Miss Quinn to be so beautiful and young. Already the president of the Yates Group, truly a young talent, you must be quite the prodigy."

Normally, Sienna would have thrown a glass of water in his face, but since he was someone she wanted to topple in the Quinn Group, she had to endure.

Sienna laughed softly and said, "You flatter me."

She subtly pulled her hands away from the man’s grip and went straight to the point, "I heard you’re planning to do business with the Quinn Group?"

"Hmm? Is President Quinn interested?"

The greasy-faced middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, though his gaze on Sienna was anything but decent.

Sienna nodded, seemingly casually, "Have you heard the latest rumors? The Quinn Group is already at the end of its rope, and their business is basically being taken over by Yates Group. If your price is reasonable, why not choose a bigger, more reliable company to collaborate with?"

Sienna had analyzed it thoroughly, as long as this man had business acumen, he wouldn’t choose the Quinn Group.

But the man waved his big hand, making the fat on his face tremble, "President Quinn, let’s not talk business during dinner; it’s such a downer. I’m pretty laid back. If you make me happy, there’s nothing we can’t discuss."

The man’s sleazy eyes roamed freely over Sienna’s body.

This kind of gaze made Sienna very disgusted; was this man serious? How could he be so repulsive?

However, the fate of the Quinn Group was entirely in this man’s hands, and Sienna needed him to deal with the Quinn Group.

As they discussed further, the man threw in some provocations, but Sienna didn’t pay much attention. The client’s personality wasn’t her concern; as long as it benefited her, she couldn’t afford to say foolish things or ruin the company over it.

These past five years, Sienna had managed to get this far due to her skills and tactics. Otherwise, how could a woman navigate the business scene in France like a fish in water?

After the meal, the fat man used signing documents as an excuse to make her drink a lot. Although Sienna had dealt with business, she rarely drank while accompanying Evan Quinn, leaving her alcohol tolerance unimproved.

By the end of the meal, she was already in a state of drunkenness and incapability.

Sienna had no strength left and collapsed on the table.

"Hey, I got it, leave it to me now," the fat man said smugly over the phone, having foreseen the outcome.

"Okay, the next step is yours."

A familiar woman’s voice came from the other side, but at that moment, Sienna’s brain had lost the ability to think.

She was still slumped on the table, unable to get up, oblivious to the creeping danger.

As the man drew closer, Sienna felt a certain repulsion in her heart, yet he continued to close in, ultimately scooping her up in his arms, her expression instantly freezing.

"What are you doing? Put me down right now!"

Sienna’s face darkened, and she reached out her small hand to beat against the man’s chest. But the effects of the alcohol had already kicked in; she had no means to resist.

Her feeble fist landed on him, instead igniting another kind of flame in him.

The man greedily inhaled Sienna’s scent at her neck, murmuring with relish, "Such fragrance, a beauty like you is something I never dreamed of before."

The private room was presidential-style, even equipped with a bed.

Carrying Sienna towards the innermost part, she screamed with all her strength, "If you dare, kill me today, or I won’t spare you. I mean it!"

"No need to be so hot-tempered, President Quinn. I heard you’re living alone with your child now. Haven’t you missed this kind of life? Today I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself, don’t come begging me to continue later."

With the man spouting such filthy words, Sienna bit her lip tightly, feeling suddenly powerless.

She feared that no one could save her.

The man threw Sienna onto the bed, seeing her flushed, adorable face, his smile slowly broadened, "Here I come, my little beauty."

Sienna struggled to break free, but the sensation from his touch made her realize she couldn’t escape today’s calamity.

With waves of intoxication washing over her, her vision blurred, and the man closing in turned into a hazy shadow. Soon, she would fall asleep, becoming truly like fish on the chopping board.

Rip!

Her clothes were torn.

Bam!

With a loud bang, Sienna struggled to lift her eyes and saw the face suddenly appearing before her, chuckling self-mockingly, "Drunk enough to see your face, it’s still better. At least I’ll think it’s happening with you."

Sienna reached out, touching the man’s cheek, her eyes full of deep affection. Two blushes adorned her cheeks, looking very tempting and sweet. Before she fell asleep, she heard a clear gulping sound.

Landon Lawson’s throat moved up and down, looking down at the woman sprawled on the bed. He took off his jacket, covered her body with it, ensuring her skin was hidden. His woman was only for him to see.

A glance from someone else would be a crime!

Turning slowly, his face turned dark as he looked at the man who had already been subdued.

This man committed the crime Landon Lawson spoke of.

The fat man knelt on the ground, looked up at Landon Lawson, and with an ugly expression bellowed, "Who are you? Why meddle in my affairs? Do you know who I am? Watch out, or you’ll regret it."

Landon stepped forward and had his men lift the man’s head so they could look into each other’s eyes; his icy gaze betrayed no emotion.

"I am Landon Lawson!"

"Lan...Landon Lawson?" The fat man’s expression changed, pupils constricting as the fat on his face quivered from his trembling jaw.

Never had he imagined encountering Landon Lawson, the man no one in the city dared provoke. Once provoked, there’s no way to continue surviving here.