CHAPTER 62: I WILL BECOME HIS ONLY WOMAN BECAUSE I AM NOT LIKE THE OTHER WOMEN

"Good, since you’re alright now, let’s meet the CEOs of the various companies.

This is your first lesson in dealing with social engagements.

I’ve groomed you for years and I would not want to be let down."

"Don’t worry, Mr.Lucas!

I am just a project you have cultivated, I will not let you down nor let your years of hard work go in vain."

With that, Beauty walked out of the dressing room without giving Lucas another look.

No matter how dire the pains in her stomach, she wouldn’t allow anyone to look down on her and decided to show her best side.

As expected, when the execs saw her standing next to Lucas, they looked at her as if a weasel had seen a skinned rabbit, with only one belief in their minds, that they wanted to swallow this rabbit whole.

Mary gritted her teeth and maintained a ladylike composure despite being tempted by them.

Walking alongside her, Lucas held her arm tight and whispered deeply into her ear, something that had been swirling in her mind till now.

He said, "All the pains I took to mould you into an unreachable missy was not to let you become a socialite, remember your identity, you are my woman, the bright star of the soiree."

Beauty stood by Lucas, she didn’t utter a single word, just kept looking straight ahead, she completely ignored those old lechers who were flattering her upfront and discreetly.

Everyone here knew, except for her, that Lucas’s companions were just like the suits he wore.

He always dressed immaculately in a different suit each time, never repeating the same one twice.

In other words, no woman, apart from Sarah and Cassandra, has ever appeared beside Lucas for a second time.

Therefore, all the men who covered Beauty’s youth and beauty hoped for an opportunity to date her.

Even if a woman had been with Lucas, they didn’t mind "reusing" her.

After all, it was widely known that Lucas was a man with a cleanliness obsession when it came to women.

If a woman were to stand beside him, her background and body must be considerably pure.

A woman who had only ever been with one man, especially if that man was Lucas, was considered a pure little bunny in this circle.

And if this bunny was also an energetic one, who wouldn’t want a bite of that meat?

"Mr. Marson, I’m going to the restroom," Beauty raised her chin, looking up at Lucas, and said in a barely audible voice.

Despite not drinking, her face was a bit flushed standing next to Lucas, who had been downing countless glasses of whiskey.

Lucas silently nodded in approval, continuing to drink and chat with the business tycoons.

But when Beauty left, he glanced at her sideways, a fleeting look that was difficult to decipher in his eyes.

Upon exiting the restroom, Beauty was blocked by a bulky man, his face full of meaty lines and reeked of alcohol, eyeing her from top to bottom like a rat.

Beauty wanted to quickly escape from this troublesome place, because to her, drunk men were nothing short of dangers lurking in the water.

And today, all the men who came to the scene were ones she couldn’t afford to provoke.

Since she couldn’t afford to provoke them, then she could always avoid them, couldn’t she?

"Little beauty, judging from your appearance, you are still in school, right?

As expected, all the types Mr. Marson likes little white rabbits."

Speaking, he was about to reach out to grab her wrist, which Beauty quickly avoided.

Forcefully maintaining a smile on her face, she said, "Um...Mr. Marson is still waiting for me, I have to go first, sorry."

"Hold on!"

Everyone understands the situation.

The women brought out by Mr. Marson never appears a second time.

Considering you have such good conditions, why don’t you follow me?

I guarantee you won’t have to worry about eating or dressing.

With your stunning looks, I can sponsor you as an actress, you can sign a contract for a drama right away, how about that?"

That man was persistent, his lustful eyes taking in Beauty’s slightly elevated curves and her slender, well-proportioned legs; his gaze made her somewhat nauseous.

She hadn’t known that Lucas’s companions only appeared once, but this wasn’t for her to worry about.

After all, Lucas trained her so painstakingly just to be his companion, with the intent that she becomes the only one.

Beauty smiled, her eyes filled with starlight and her brows high.

A cold look on her face, she said, "Do you think the woman of Lucas would have to worry about eating or dressing?"

The man didn’t expect her to talk back, he supported his chin, rocking his body with a disdainful face: "Girl, do you think that just because you slept with him once, you can sleep with him again?

Mr. Marson’s women will not be consumed for the second time, I see you are charming hence tried to persuade you.

Don’t dream about becoming his woman, no woman can do it at present, all you guys are just tools for his venting desire, don’t be so naïve as to think that he will have real feelings for you!"

Beauty was indifferent.

She had never considered these things, let alone becoming his woman.

She wished she could get away from him sooner, rather than later.

Nevertheless, in front of this man, she gritted her teeth and insisted, "I will become his only woman because I am not like those other women."

Beauty said in a cold tone, curling up her lips.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Lucas standing not far away, with one hand holding a tall glass of wine, and a sneering expression on his face.

His head slightly bowed, strands of black hair concealed his vision, making the sharp gleam in the depth of his eyes invisible.

As soon as that man caught sight of Lucas, he immediately bowed and greeted him with exaggerated respect while looking terrified.

He hastily found an excuse to dash into the restroom, continuously wiping his sweat off, clearly shaken.

"Seems like you have a lot of confidence in yourself."

His words were cold, and the mocking expression on his face remained.

That tall and slender figure lent against the wall, gazing at her lightly.

Beauty wished she could bite her tongue off.

She refused to show weakness, so she lifted her small, palm-like face, and sneered coldly, "After being trained by you for so long, if I even lack this little confidence, how can I stick around with you?"

"Since you’re so confident, why not help me take my drinks?

If I drink once, you drink once, how does that sound?"

Beauty gritted her teeth, silently scorned in her heart,

"Totally a pervert!"