Chapter 137

“Aren’t your demands excessive, Mr. Huxley?” Christina’s voice was strained with barely controlled anger.

Conan smiled, seemingly unfazed. “Don’t be upset, Ms. Stevens. It pains me to see a beauty like you become Mr. Weller’s woman so soon. Can any of you imagine wanting something so badly, yet knowing it's forever beyond your grasp?”

Leroy snapped impatiently. “Get to the point, Mr. Huxley. And remember, no one but Harvey is worthy of Christie.”

Conan chuckled. “You’re absolutely right. Ms. Stevens and Mr. Weller are a perfect match. I’m not asking for much—just one intimate toast with Ms. Stevens, our faces close together. Is that too much to ask?”

Under the Stevens family’s icy stares, Conan continued shamelessly. “Foreigners even kiss on the lips as a greeting, don't they? I'm asking for one toast. Just one, I promise.”

Christina was disgusted that his intentions were so crude. Without hesitation, she refused. “I’m sorry, Mr. Huxley, but that’s not happening.”

“Conan, are you crazy?” Irene spat. “If you want women, find yourself a prostitute! How dare you hit on our Christie? Have you looked in a mirror? You’re disgusting!”

Leroy sneered with equal contempt. “You’re nothing but garbage. If you want a kiss, find a toad instead!”

Conan exploded in rage, leaping to his feet. “Fine! Since Stevens Corporation can’t appreciate an obvious opportunity, forget the material supply!”

With a dark expression, he turned to leave. Christina felt desperate but helpless. Conan’s intentions were clearly inappropriate, but the project couldn't proceed without Thrive Enterprise’s materials.

Irene aggressively blocked his path. “You’re the one who doesn’t know your place, Conan. You’re not leaving until you sign the contract with Stevens Corporation.”

Conan snarled, “Get out of my way, you old hag! Who are you to threaten me?”

Without warning, he slapped Irene hard across the face, sending her sprawling to the floor. Irene, accustomed to getting her way, was completely unprepared for such violence. Half her face instantly swelled, and she lay wailing on the ground.

Leroy charged forward, roaring, “You bastard!” But one of Conan’s bodyguards quickly kicked him in the stomach. The force sent him collapsing to the floor, clutching his gut and vomiting uncontrollably.

Conan sneered. “You’re pathetic! If it weren’t for the Weller family, you’d be nothing in Jayrodale, and I’d teach you an even harsher lesson today.”

He spat on the ground beside Leroy before turning to Christina with a mocking smile. “Ms. Stevens, if you want those materials, you know where to find me. Come to my office, share that toast with me, and don’t forget to wear black stockings.”

His tone dripped with malice as he smirked. “If you can’t do that… say goodbye to the project.”

Adjusting his suit, he left whistling, displaying complete disdain for the Stevens family.