LoveDrug

Chapter 26: A Wish Worth 500 Million?

Pudding flopped onto the ground between Fraser and Summer, whining and refusing to budge. Hailey tried calling him over, but the dog ignored her completely. Summer crouched down, gently scratching Pudding’s head, her voice soft and coaxing. “Be good, Pudding. Go take your bath. I’ll come find you later.”

The next second, Pudding’s attitude completely changed. His tail wagged, and he obediently trotted off with Hailey.

Fraser frowned. Unbelievable. He had raised this mutt for years, and the moment Summer appeared, the dog forgot who had been feeding him all this time.

Summer cleared her throat. “How old is Pudding?”

“Thirteen.”

“That old already.” Summer smiled. “He looks really well taken care of.”

“You don’t remember him at all?”

Summer met his gaze, her clear eyes filled with confusion. How could she possibly remember a dog that was thirteen years old? Fraser knew then that she truly didn’t recall. She had no idea that she was the one who had rescued Pudding all those years ago.

“Forget it,” he said. “What do you want?”

Summer hesitated for a moment, then got straight to the point. “Sorry for coming to your home unannounced. I actually went to the Graham Group office today but couldn’t see you, so I had to think of another way.”

Fraser arched an eyebrow, his tone casual. “You went to my company, then came to my house. Must be something important.”

When it came to work, Summer was serious. “Yes. The Stewart Group is currently expanding into overseas markets with the Global Project. Mr. Graham, would you consider investing? The returns are high, and it fits the Graham Group’s investment standards.”

She had been playing with Pudding just moments ago, her cheeks still tinged with a rosy flush, a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes, however, were sharp and focused. More importantly—she hadn’t gone to Trevor for the money. She had come to him. Something about that pleased him, though he didn’t show it. He gave a nonchalant hum.

“Then why don’t you—” Fraser cut her off. “With those returns, the Larson Group shouldn’t refuse.” He was clearly asking: why not go to Trevor?

Summer carefully chose her words. “I believe the Graham Group has a more structured and refined investment approach. That’s why the Stewart Group is reaching out.”

That was true. But it wasn’t the whole truth. Fraser wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

“Summer, the Graham Group has an investment department. If you want to pitch a project, you can go through them. Submit your proposal, let it go through the selection process, and wait for a decision.”

She knew that. The Graham Group’s investment division was one of the most sought-after in the world. Countless startups and companies dreamed of getting funding from them. But even submitting a proposal required an initial screening. And once accepted, it would go through multiple rounds of evaluation before final approval. If she went through the normal process, not only would she run out of time, but there was also no guarantee she would get picked at all.

After a moment of silence, Summer finally asked, “Fraser, the favor you owe me… can it be exchanged for a 500 million dollar investment?”

“Summer.” Summer instinctively straightened her posture. So now she was trying to use that favor to buy money?

Impressive. That night, when she said she’d be his woman, she clearly hadn’t meant it.

“You’ve already used your favor,” Fraser said.

Summer’s pupils shrank slightly. “When?”

Fraser smirked, amused. He leaned in, his lips nearly brushing against her ear. “That night.” His warm breath sent shivers down her spine. Summer’s ears turned red. Memories of that wild night came flooding back. He knew how sensitive her ears were.

That night, he had teased her mercilessly, sucking and nibbling at her earlobe, leaving her helpless under his touch.

Her voice was unsteady. “But… you never agreed to anything that night.”

Fraser looked at her leisurely, watching as her face turned redder. “But you still asked for it.”

Shameless businessman. Summer bit her lip, annoyed. If she had known, she never would have made that impulsive offer.

“Summer,” Fraser said, his voice deep and slow, “when asking for a favor—or an apology—it requires sincerity. Don’t you understand that?”

Summer frowned slightly. She met his gaze, their faces close enough that she could see her own reflection in his dark eyes. Summer hesitated. “What kind of sincerity?”

Fraser chuckled. His gaze lowered slightly. “How about… sleeping with me again? Do you dare?” His voice was calm, but his eyes burned with an unmistakable heat.