Chapter 67
Robert Miller's palm pressed against Emily Smith's cheek, his thumb stroking her smooth skin.
His eyes burned with raw desire as his lips curled into a disgusting smirk.
"Just one night with me. That's all I'm asking."
Emily let out a cold laugh and shook her head without hesitation.
"Manager Miller, I can't agree to that condition."
His greasy fingers slid down her chin as his voice oozed with sleaze.
"Stop acting so pure. It's not like you have a boyfriend."
Emily finally saw the true nature of this man.
She knew this greedy expression all too well. If she gave in now, she'd be trapped in endless harassment.
She jerked her head back to avoid his wandering hand and quickly unbuckled her seatbelt.
A professional smile remained on her face.
"Apologies, Manager Miller. I just remembered some unfinished work. I'm afraid I'll have to cancel tonight's dinner."
Before he could respond, she turned to open the car door.
"Trying to run?" Robert lunged at her like a starving wolf, his arms locking around her.
His eyes gleamed with animalistic fury as he hissed, "Emily Smith, do you really think you can play with me?"
Suppressing her disgust, Emily replied calmly, "What do you mean, Manager Miller? We're just colleagues."
"I never spent your money or led you on emotionally."
"Bullshit!" Robert's face twisted with rage.
"That dinner last time cost me over ten thousand! You kept accepting my invitations, and now you're backing out?"
Emily nearly laughed at his shameless lies.
She realized now how naive she'd been to keep encountering such scum.
Her voice turned icy.
"What exactly do you want, Manager Miller?"
"I've made myself clear." He sneered, leaning closer.
"One night with me, or your career at BestTech is over."
Emily suddenly smiled.
"Do you really think Vice President Johnson would allow his woman to sleep with another man?"
Robert froze, then burst into mocking laughter.
"You? Vice President Johnson's woman? Don't make me laugh."
He knew William Johnson's reputation.
If Emily really belonged to him, why would she be stuck as a lowly assistant in the Business Department?
And during their encounter at the Japanese restaurant, William had barely glanced at her.
"Believe what you want." Emily struggled against his grip.
"Now, let me go."
Her resistance only fueled Robert's aggression.
The piggish man panted heavily, his foul breath washing over her face as he tried to force himself on her.
"Get off!" Emily shuddered in revulsion, desperately pushing his greasy head away.
She rolled down the window to scream for help, but the highway was empty except for speeding cars.
In desperation, she kicked him hard between the legs.
"Ah!" Robert howled in pain, his face turning green as he clutched his crotch.
His eyes flashed with rage as he raised his hand to strike her—
Emily instinctively curled into a ball, shielding her head.
BANG!
A deafening explosion shattered the air.