Chapter 65 Mr. Ford... slow down!

"Ah... Mr. Ford... slow down!"

He was far too bold, starting to kiss her chest right there on the office chair.

His hands gripped Celeste's waist, pulling her close to him.

Before long.

Celeste's blouse was yanked up to her waist, her stunning chest nearly smothering Nathaniel's face.

As he kissed her, the sound echoed in her ears.

"Slow? You're the one teasing me, and now you want me to stop, huh?" Nathaniel not only kept going but spread her legs apart and slid his hand in deeper.

Celeste leaned back helplessly, clutching his head, her fingers threading through his short hair. The prickly sensation on her palm coincided with his fingers moving inside her.

She couldn't help but arch her back, a soft moan escaping her lips!

"Mr. Ford, stop—"

The office door wasn't even locked, and she could vaguely see people passing by outside.

With people coming and going, how could he even think of doing this...

"Stop?" Nathaniel looked up at her, her cheeks already red, and finally pulled his hand back.

"So wet, and yet you say stop, huh?"

Nathaniel's moist fingertips caught Celeste's eye, making her cheeks stiffen and blush a deep crimson instantly

Celeste flushed with embarrassment, lowered her head.

She quickly slid off Nathaniel's lap, ignoring her trembling legs, and hastily straightened her clothes, regaining her usual poised and graceful demeanor.

If it weren't for the persisting blush on her cheeks, anyone coming in might not suspect a thing.

But Nathaniel, looking utterly relaxed, lounged in the chair and gestured towards his trousers.

Celeste's whole body blushed crimson.

There was an unmistakable wet spot on Nathaniel's impeccably tailored suit pants...

Oh no!

"Honey, are you sure you don't want this, huh?"

He leaned back, legs spread, an obvious bulge between them.

Nathaniel's demeanor was relaxed, his shirt collar undone to reveal his tanned, muscular chest.

His eyes narrowed, looking up at her with a clearly inviting expression on his handsome, flirtatiously wild face.

Celeste swallowed hard.

She'd always had a weakness for handsome men, especially ones like Nathaniel who appeared aloof but had a wild, flirtatious streak.

But now, Celeste quickly adjusted her skirt and stepped back.

"No, no."

She had to resist the temptation!

"Didn't Mr. Ford want to drink Hallie's coffee? Weren't you supposed to be working with her? What do you need me for?"

Nathaniel raised an eyebrow, watching her show a bit of temper, and suddenly chuckled, "Jealous?"

"Not at all!"

She moved closer again, twirling deliberately in front of him. Her figure was mesmerizing, wrapped in a tailor-made cheongsam, her subtle scent winding around Nathaniel.

But when he reached for her, she slipped away slickly from his grasp.

"Mr. Ford, why don't you just keep to yourself and go chase after your first love?"

With that, Celeste walked straight out of the office, leaving behind nothing but a trail of allure.

"Wait—" Nathaniel tried to call her back, his voice raspy with desire, but Celeste didn't wait around. She opened the door and disappeared in an instant.

She had bigger fish to fry.

"Where's Hallie?" Celeste demanded as soon as she stepped out of the office, her face set in a stern expression as she caught Felix by surprise.

"She's in the studio shooting…"

"Take me there."

Something felt off to Felix, and he quickly sent a heads-up to Nathaniel before leading Celeste to the studio.

What Felix hadn't anticipated was Celeste barely giving Hallie, who was still in the middle of a shoot, a glance before marching straight up to her and dousing her with her coffee!

"Ah! Celeste, have you lost your mind?"

Hallie was horrified. "Do you realize what you've done? This is designer wear! You lunatic…"

"Yeah, so what?" Celeste shot back, leaning in close and whispering menacingly into Hallie's ear, "Times have changed, Hallie. What made you think you could cross me? Want to end up like Emily and the others?"

"What are you saying?"

Emily!

Hallie's eyes widened in disbelief.

Emily and some others had bullied Celeste back in their school days.

Hallie ended up with a broken arm and transferred schools early.

It was only years later that Hallie learned the others had suffered accidents; Emily was relatively lucky, having only fallen and broken her leg, while others had died.

Could Celeste be behind it—

"Keep shooting," Celeste said casually, patting Hallie on the shoulder and eyeing her up and down. She announced loudly, "I'll cover the dress! Oh no... let's have Mr. Ford pay for it, take it out of his salary."

The room was in uproar.

"That dress costs a million!"

"Wow! Nobody has ever dared to pull something like this! So badass... "

"Mrs. Ford is truly formidable!"

But Celeste simply placed the coffee cup back on the table, shot Felix a glance, and strutted out of the studio in her high heels.

Was Nathaniel using Hallie to create drama?

If that was the game, she'd give him a show to watch!

And Felix left dealing with the uneasy stares from everyone around, sighed helplessly.

"Uh, Felix, can we really deduct the cost of the dress from Mr. Ford's account?"

He was at a loss.

Watching Celeste's confident exit, he realized dealing with Mrs. Ford was no easy task.

And Hallie.

Now shielded by her assistant who glared at Celeste with venom, she was beyond reasoning.

"This is too much, why is she picking on you?"

But Hallie was too shaken to think about anything else.

Sitting on the ground, her face pale, she was haunted by Celeste's words.

Were the accidents with Emily and the others really connected to Celeste?

She had told Nathaniel all sorts of terrible things about Celeste, but they were supposed to be just slander.

After all, how could an orphan with no family possibly orchestrate such a targeted attack against them all?