Chapter 1098

In one of the rooms inside the private club.

“Mr. Parks, I’m still recovering from my injuries, so I truly can’t drink. I hope you’ll understand,” Aspen said politely, her brow tightening.

She had come expecting a legitimate business conversation – a contract negotiation. However, judging by the atmosphere and Davon’s sleazy expression, it was clear he had other intentions.

Fat-faced and beady-eyed, Davon swirled a glass of red wine as he leered at her. He said, “Ms. Stevens, you must be new around here. I guess you’re not familiar with how things work in this city.

“When you sit down to talk business, drinks and fun go hand in hand. Loosen up. Don’t be so uptight. Tell you what – down this bottle, and I’ll sign that contract on the spot. Deal done.”

Aspen replied calmly, “I’m sorry, Mr. Parks. I don’t drink at all. But if you sign the deal today, once I’ve recovered, I’ll gladly toast with you to celebrate.”

Davon’s smile faded, and his tone sharpened with irritation. “Aspen, my patience has limits. I squeezed you into my schedule out of courtesy. Don’t go thinking your tiny little investment firm is worth my time.

“You want this deal? Be a good girl, drink the wine, and then… let me have some fun. Please me, and everything will move forward nicely.”

His eyes began to openly roam over her body, lingering without shame. He thought Aspen was drop-dead gorgeous, especially today because she was dressed in those black stockings and tight skirt. He imagined running his hands up those long legs inch by inch, and the pleasure that would follow.

Aspen caught the lust in his eyes, and fury instantly surged through her. She rose from her seat, voice cold and sharp. “Mr. Parks, I came here under invitation to discuss business. I’m not for sale. If this is what you meant by ‘negotiation,’ then excuse me – I’m not staying for this garbage.”

With that, she turned to leave.

Davon slammed his wine glass to the floor and let out a mocking laugh. “You bitch. You came here acting all innocent, huh? You think you’re too good for this? Then what the hell are you doing dressed like a slut? Don’t pretend I don’t know your game. You dressed like that in hopes to trade your body for this deal.”

He stormed toward the door and blocked it, his face twisted with aggression. “You better rethink this. Get on your knees and suck me off. Then, throw your legs over my shoulders and let me really enjoy myself. Otherwise, you’re not walking out of this room.”

Aspen had not expected Davon to be so bold, so vulgar, so disgusting. Her fury exploded, and she growled, “You disgusting pig – drop dead!”

With a swift motion, she lifted her leg and delivered a vicious kick straight to his groin – black stockings, stilettos and all.

Davon let out a blood-curdling screech, collapsing onto the floor and clutching himself, writhing in agony. He could feel that something down there had definitely snapped.

“You bitch! How dare you kick me?! If I don’t pound you into the ground tonight, I don’t deserve to be Phoenixdream Enterprises‘ vice CEO! Somebody! Get in here! Lock this whore down – I’m gonna break her!”

His screams rang out like a siren, and within seconds, about five enforcers stormed into the room.