"Alright, Mr. Wright, whatever you ask, I'll do it for you!" Lisa bit her lip, her gaze fixed on Henry, a blend of shyness and anticipation flickering in her eyes.Her heart raced as she imagined the possibilities. If he asked her to go to a hotel with him—or better yet, to be his girlfriend, or even propose—it would be perfect.Around them, the other salespeople grew still, their curiosity piqued. They held their breath, their eyes glued to the scene, brimming with envy.The male salespeople couldn't help but ogle Lisa, their gazes lingering on her alluring figure. How unfair, they thought, that Henry could so effortlessly win over such a stunning woman, likely with just a snap of his fingers, and whisk her away for a night of passion.Meanwhile, the female salespeople stared longingly at the young and wealthy man, their imaginations running wild. They envied Lisa's luck, picturing themselves in her place—trading their mundane lives for a Cinde

Lisa had already mapped out her plan in meticulous detail. Factoring in the house viewing and her deliberate stalling tactics, it would be at least midnight before they were finished. Then, she'd pop open a bottle of champagne for Henry, share a few drinks with him, and slowly strip off her clothes right in front of him.Late at night, alone in an empty luxury villa, with a beautiful woman undressing and practically begging for him—she didn't believe for a second that he wouldn't give in to temptation.As long as Henry slept with her, Lisa was confident she could make him fall head over heels, willing to do anything she wanted.Henry's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his hand still resting on Lisa's breast. He tried to pull away, but there was an instinctive reluctance to let go. A part of him wanted to touch her more, to give in to the primal urge rising within him. For a fleeting moment, he even entertained the thought of pushing her down onto the be

Brayden, his face flushed with anger, stormed up to Henry, grabbing him by the collar with one hand while raising his other into a clenched fist."Am I lying? Just ask Lily," Henry said calmly, his voice steady even as Brayden's fist hovered inches from his face.The room fell silent. All eyes instinctively turned to Lily.Lily stood frozen, her body trembling as fear and shock coursed through her. She didn't know what to do, her mind racing but unable to form a coherent thought."Lily, tell me Henry's lying!" Brayden shouted, his voice booming with frustration. "Just say the word, and I'll beat him to a pulp for you. I'll make sure he's begging for mercy!"But Lily didn't say a word. Her lips quivered, and tears began streaming down her face. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she sank to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.Brayden immediately released Henry, his anger replaced by awkwardness as he bent down to comfort her. But before he could get cl

"Ms. Anderson, I've already explained what happened last time—it was a complete accident! I swear, I wasn't intentionally peeking! And I didn't steal your underwear or stockings either. Yes, I do have feelings for you, but I don't have that kind of fetish. I'm not interested in your used lingerie!" Henry's voice was firm, his expression earnest as he tried to defend himself."Besides," he continued, his tone growing more impassioned, "any man would be tempted by a beautiful woman like you actively seducing them! The fact that I was physically aroused by you doesn't prove I'm the underwear thief. It only proves how incredibly attractive you are!" His eyes met hers, pleading for her to believe him.Julie's face, which had just begun to regain its usual composure, flushed crimson once more. She held his gaze for a moment, her lips parting slightly as if to respond, but then she quickly looked away, her annoyance bubbling back to the surface. "Fine," she said sharply, cr

Henry let out a cold chuckle, too indifferent to waste any more time arguing with Brayden, the fool. Without another word, he turned and strode out of the office.Seeing him leave, Maureen, Maurice, and Charles quickly followed behind.The remaining colleagues watched Henry's retreating figure with complicated expressions. It was clear to everyone that Henry had changed. He was no longer the pushover they could mock and humiliate without consequence.Knowing the trio had questions, Henry led them to a quiet spot outside the company. They found a clean bench to sit on, and Henry waited patiently for their inquiries."Henry, what's going on between you and Lily? You really didn't sleep with her?" Maureen asked first, her tone slightly sour.Henry leaned back, his expression calm. "Here's what happened. The day I treated everyone to dinner, Jane..." He began recounting the entire story, from the dinner to the events that followed.But he carefully omitted