Chapter 79

"No..."

Emily Smith pushed against William Johnson's chest with trembling fingers, her resistance evident.

He effortlessly captured her slender wrist with one hand, pinning it behind her back. The office chair swiveled as he pressed her against the cold desk. His kiss was relentless, overpowering her defenses with practiced ease.

He knew every sensitive spot of her body too well. Soon, her struggles dissolved into breathless gasps, her fingers clutching desperately at his shirt.

When her knee-length skirt was pushed up, she turned her face away in embarrassment. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawled two hundred meters below, cars crawling like ants. As her back met the icy glass, she startled and threw herself into his arms.

"Hiss—"

William sucked in a sharp breath, pain flashing across his features. Gripping her waist, he growled through clenched teeth, "Emily Smith, are you trying to end my bloodline?"

Realizing her mistake, her cheeks burned crimson. "I—I didn't mean to..."

"Bed. Now." His darkened gaze left no room for argument as he swept her into his arms. "Thorough inspection required."

......

The curtains in the restroom swayed gently.

Exhausted, Emily curled at the edge of the bed when her eyes caught the document on the nightstand.

The bold letters of BestTech Group Economic Case Investigation Report seared into her vision.

Her fingers shook uncontrollably. Every word on those pages was a knife, brutally exposing the truth buried seven years ago. When she reached the familiar name at the end, her nails dug deep into her palms.

The bathroom door opened. Her head snapped up.

"You planned this?" Her voice was feather-light.

Water dripped from William's hair as he nodded silently, his stormy eyes locked onto her pale face.

This report had always been meant for her.