Chapter 1102
Andrew stood by and waited patiently as Davon obediently signed the contract.
Aspen said coldly, “Let’s go. I never want to see this fat pig again.”
Davon’s bruised and swollen face twisted with hatred and bitterness. He silently cursed, ‘You little bastard… and you too, Aspen, you damn tramp. Just wait. I’m the Vice CEO of Phoenixdream Enterprises–there’s no way I’m swallowing this humiliation for nothing.’
Andrew let out a cold laugh. “Hold on, I’m not done with him yet.”
He lightly patted Davon’s chubby cheek and sneered, “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re probably hoping that as soon as we walk out that door, you can call in backup and try to take back control, right?”
Davon’s face froze as panic flashed in his eyes. He quickly shook his head and stammered, “N-No, sir! I swear, I’d never do something like that! I wouldn’t dare!”
Andrew scoffed. “Whether you dare or not, I honestly couldn’t care less. I just want to ask you one thing–so you were planning to get your hands on my sexy assistant, huh?”
Davon’s eyes instinctively darted to Aspen’s body, especially those long legs wrapped in black tights. He swallowed hard and quickly shook his head. “No, no, never! She’s your woman—I wouldn’t even dream of it!”
Andrew chuckled. “At least you know your place. Then, let me ask again–do you think she’s pretty? Be honest.”
Davon gave a pitiful smile and nodded cautiously. “She’s gorgeous. Totally stunning. If I could have a woman like that, I’d give her everything I own–no hesitation. Hell, I’d even let her break my ribs and boil them into soup if that’s what she wanted.”
Andrew raised a brow, clearly amused. “For real? Personally, I think she’s just average. Why do you look so desperate?”
Davon muttered indignantly, “Mr. Lloyd, that’s because you’ve never gone hungry. Guys like me, sure, I’ve had my fair share of women, but someone at that level? Someone who makes your head spin the moment you see her? Never. But Aspen? She’s pure fire.
“Those long legs in black tights, that perfect body–man, I could enjoy her for three whole years and still not get tired of her. So take my advice–don’t take your blessings for granted.”
Andrew rubbed his chin and pretended to think it over. “Honestly, I really don’t see it. And to tell you the truth, I’ve never even had the urge to touch her.”
Aspen rolled her eyes hard. ‘This devil has zero interest in touching me? Please! He’s saying as if I’m dying for him to!’
Davon stared at Andrew, dumbfounded. “No way. You’ve never touched her? Mr. Lloyd, you’re wasting a damn treasure! I just don’t get it–you see her strutting around with that tight little body every day, and you’ve never once wondered what it’d be like to push her down? If I were you, I’d be celebrating every night–living the dream!”
Andrew clicked his tongue. “Yeah, and that’s the thing. You’re not me, so you’ll never get the chance. The woman I don’t even bother with? You’re practically drooling over her like a starving mutt outside a steakhouse.
“Mr. Parks, right? This is exactly the difference between the two of us. Your dream is something I can touch anytime I want… and still not care about.”
Davon’s face turned beet red as shame and fury washed over him. “Y–You’re doing this on purpose, huh? Just to humiliate me? Well, don’t get cocky. That chick’s clearly a handful. You’re just a nobody with good fists, but one day, you won’t be able to keep her under control."
Andrew chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “No, you’re wrong.”