CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 35 CORPORATE POWER PLAY

Clad in a beige business suit that accentuated her figure, her long, bare legs ended in a pair of white high heels. Despite my height of one meter eighty-five, she was only slightly shorter.

A stunning beauty, I thought, momentarily awestruck. It seemed as though all the world’s beauty had been divided amongst these three women.

"I’ve heard about you," Linda said, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Securing the Walker Company was an impressive feat."

"Thank you for your kind words, Mrs. Foster. I was merely doing my job."

"Why are you here at this late hour instead of resting at home?" she asked.

"..." I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Should I admit that I had come to pick up Tatiana?

"Mrs. Foster, I requested his presence," Tatiana interjected, stepping forward. The directors around us listened intently, their eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and envy.

I inwardly scoffed at their reactions. Did they think I relished being embroiled in this drama?

"Miss Camille, summoning William at this hour seems like an abuse of power," Linda commented lightly. "William, you arrived by taxi, didn’t you? I insist you take my car home. My driver will see to it."

"Mrs. Foster, I couldn’t possibly accept," I protested.

Tatiana chuckled softly. "It’s after work hours now, William’s free time. I trust his honesty and capability. I have no qualms about him driving." In these modern times, it seemed the honest and straightforward were the ones most often deceived. I refused to be one of those people!

Yet she was correct about one aspect—I am indeed capable.

Her meaning was clear as crystal: my personal time was my own, not to be interfered with by others.

Linda, her eyes narrowing, asked, "William, are you really that busy in your free time? What, are you considering a part-time job?"

Her words struck me as odd.

A part-time job? What was she implying?

Was she insinuating that I was some sort of gigolo?

And me, a man, escorting a drunken woman home—what would people think?

Initially, it was an innocent act, but her comment twisted the perception of our situation.

I felt as though Jessica was merely a minor issue in Linda’s presence. Even Tatiana seemed to be overshadowed.

Caught in this predicament, I was unsure whether to laugh or grimace. The situation was painfully awkward.

Jessica didn’t come to my defense, the traitor. Had she forgotten her own words from earlier that day?

I couldn’t let this continue. I had to find a way out of this deadlock.

I scanned the parking lot, noting the absence of Jessica’s Mercedes, and an idea sparked, "Jessica, didn’t you drive here?"

Jessica frowned. "My car is at the company garage. Why?"

Perfect, she didn’t drive. I had a plan. "You live in Golden Family, correct?"

"Why do you ask?"

Ignoring her question, I turned to Tatiana. "Miss Camille, you live in Bay No.1, right?"

She had shared her location with me previously, so I knew both Golden Family and Bay No.1 were along the same route. Convenient for both of them!

This area was known as the wealthy district.

Tatiana didn’t respond verbally, simply nodding her head.

I proposed, "Miss Camille, since Jessica is on your way home and she didn’t drive today, could you perhaps give her a lift?"

Jessica’s expression shifted, Linda’s brow furrowed, but Tatiana seemed to grasp my intention and smiled lightly. "William is always so thoughtful. Jessica, if you’re okay with it, we can go together."

Despite being on Linda’s side, refusing would be a blatant show of disrespect, potentially causing a rift. Jessica had no choice but to accept.

Linda smiled, "William may be young, but he handles situations with maturity. Keep it up, and I’ll put in a good word with Mr. Anderson. He’ll surely reward you."

With that, she climbed into her Maybach, giving Tatiana a knowing look before driving off.

Tatiana, seemingly accustomed to such behavior, didn’t comment. As she moved to get into her car, I quickly walked over and opened the passenger door, "Miss Camille, please, take your time."

"Hmph!" Jessica huffed, settling herself in the back seat.

I exhaled a sigh of relief, one hurdle successfully navigated, I couldn’t help but pat myself on the back for my quick thinking.

With Jessica present, I had fewer worries.

Neither she nor Linda could object, and even Tatiana appeared satisfied.

After all, Linda’s earlier comment was laced with veiled threats.

I slid into the driver’s seat of Tatiana’s Range Rover, a vehicle no less impressive than the Maybach.

There’s not a man alive who doesn’t appreciate a good car, and I’m no exception.

Driving such a luxurious vehicle for the first time, I was a mix of nerves and excitement.

With Tatiana in the passenger seat, Jessica in the back, my mind was awash with fantasies.

Imagine one day owning such a car, taking one of these women for a ride—wouldn’t that be a thrill beyond compare?

The car came to a gradual halt at the entrance of the Golden Family estate. "Jessica, we’ve arrived." I announced.

Jessica promptly collected her belongings and exited the vehicle. "Thank you, Miss Camille." she replied.

"No need for thanks, Jessica." Miss Camille responded.

After bidding Jessica farewell, I proceeded to drive Tatiana back to Bay No.1.

Bay No.1 was a coveted residential area in Sevan, its close proximity to the sea causing the price per square meter to skyrocket past ten thousand dollars.

For the average person, owning a home here was a dream that would take a lifetime to fulfill.

To reside here was to truly experience life in all its grandeur.

Yet for us, it was merely survival, a means to get by.

The car glided smoothly into the neighborhood, descending into the underground parking lot teeming with an array of luxury vehicles.

"Miss Camille, we’re here." I announced.

I parked the car with precision, killed the engine, and swiftly made my way to the passenger side to open the door. Extending my left hand, Tatiana placed her delicate, fair hand in mine.

Upon exiting the car, Tatiana expressed her satisfaction. "William, you did well."

"I’m merely doing my duty, Miss Camille." I responded.

I couldn’t help but imagine how much more content I would be if her tender hand was placed elsewhere on my body.

This woman was undeniably beautiful, her presence constantly teasing my senses.

"You’ve worked hard tonight, here is your well-earned fee," she said, producing a stack of green bills from her bag. It was no less than four or five hundred dollars.

"Miss Camille, I can’t accept this," I protested, waving my hand in refusal.

"Take it when I offer it to you," she insisted, thrusting the money into my hand. "Now, go home and rest. Remember to pick me up at seven o’clock tomorrow morning."

I was taken aback. "Miss Camille, I..."

"It’s late. Drive my car home and bring me breakfast tomorrow," she instructed before sauntering away in her high heels, her hips swaying with each step.

As I drove home, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

I felt like I was being kept.

Driving a million-dollar luxury car and receiving payment for it was a rather pleasant experience.

With music playing in the background, I sped all the way home, the immense power of the Range Rover introducing me to the exhilarating sensation of push-back.

Upon parking the car, I found myself wide awake. The lingering scent of Tatiana still filled the car.

My gaze fell on the driving recorder.

I recalled a news story about a man who discovered a woman’s secret in the driving recorder of a second-hand car he had purchased. He had used this information to blackmail her. The woman, desperate to keep her secret hidden, complied until the man’s greed became insatiable. She finally reported him to the police, and the news broke.

It felt as though two little devils were whispering in my ears—one urging me to watch, the other advising me against it.

In the end, curiosity triumphed over reason.

The Range Rover’s built-in recorder was high-end, the recorded videos were exceptionally clear, and most importantly, it had ample storage space, 256GB, which didn’t need to be cleared for a year.

The device was filled with hundreds of videos, each about five minutes long.

I began to sift through them. Most were mundane drives with light, elegant music playing in the background.

However, watching them at normal speed was too tedious, so I increased the playback speed.

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