Chapter 399 Oliver, It's Ridiculous for You to Threaten Me with This!
Zoey spotted the woman too and muttered, "It's Lester's cousin."
Oliver stayed quiet.
The car window was halfway down, and Felicity noticed them too. She hesitated for a moment before walking over, her cheeks slightly pink. "Mr. Windsor, what a coincidence!"
Oliver had seen plenty of women like her and usually didn't care.
But today, his attitude was different.
He leaned back in his seat, his blue eyes narrowing as he sized up the young woman in front of him, radiating an air of nobility.
He didn't say a word. But Felicity's mind was already spinning a fantasy, something like a billionaire falling for her!
Sure, Lowell was impressive.
But Lowell just came from a middle-class family. After being popular in the entertainment industry for a few years, he had only saved tens of millions of dollars. It was hard for him to buy a villa in a place like Evergreen City where every inch of land was precious.
Felicity was ambitious.
She thought, if she could get close to Oliver, she could help Lowell too.
Her love for Lowell wouldn't change.
So, Felicity felt no guilt. She looked at Oliver with even sweeter eyes, thinking rich men always liked young, sweet girls. She said proactively, "I was just dropping off my resume nearby! What about you, Mr. Windsor?"
She wasn't sure if Oliver would respond.
To her surprise, he did.
He spoke lazily, almost carelessly, "I am waiting for my wife, but she won't talk to me! I want to give her a gift. Miss Mitchell, what do you think women like? Jewelry, dresses, or maybe a house?"
Oliver's tone was clearly teasing.
Zoey knew it all too well.
When he flirted, this was his style. A few casual words, and if the woman was willing, she'd take the bait. Zoey stayed silent, gossiping from the front seat.
Sure enough, Felicity took it seriously.
Oliver's offhand comment made her think for a while before she earnestly suggested, "Mr. Windsor, I think women like jewelry because it's valuable!"
Jewelry...
Oliver thought of the ruby set and the $20 million pink diamond that Sarah had thrown on the ground. He couldn't help but smile, looking at Felicity with a clear, bright gaze. He said, "Miss Mitchell, you're adorable."
Which young girl could resist a compliment from a mature man like Oliver?
Felicity's cheeks turned crimson.
Oliver propped his elbow on the car window and suddenly asked, "Are you looking for a job?"
Felicity nodded, not daring to look at him.
Suddenly, a business card was handed to her.
Felicity looked up sharply. "Mr. Windsor?"
Oliver stared at her, looking proper and serious. "I need a third assistant, about $50,000 a month. If you're interested, come to the Windsor Group and report to Zoey."
Zoey couldn't help but speak up, "Mr. Windsor?"
Was he out of his mind?
Oliver glanced at her, and Zoey fell silent.
Felicity carefully took the card.
She really wanted to go!
But she knew she had to be a bit reserved in front of men, so she pretended to be hesitant. "Thank you, Mr. Windsor! But I need to discuss this with Lowell first."
Oliver smiled lightly, "Of course! But joining the Windsor Group comes with a welcome gift. Zoey, how about a basic luxury brand necklace?"
Zoey nodded blankly.
If he said it, then it was so!
Felicity was flustered, her face even redder. She softly said goodbye to Oliver, her steps unusually light as she left.
Oliver lit another cigarette.
From the front seat, Zoey said sarcastically, "Mr. Windsor, you're amazing. A few words and Felicity's hooked! But why bother with her? Do you think Mrs. Windsor will compromise because of her? I doubt it. Felicity's too unlikable."
Oliver didn't answer, playing with his gold lighter.
For the next few days, he didn't try to woo Sarah. He changed his approach.
When Felicity returned to her apartment. Lowell was home.
He had been suppressed by Oliver recently and hadn't received any job offers, so he spent his time playing video games.
Hearing the door, Lowell turned to look.
Felicity seemed in a good mood.
Lowell naturally asked, "How did it go today? If you can't find a job, we can go back to Vesper City! My parents' store needs help, we could take over."
Felicity plopped down on the couch.
She disagreed with Lowell. "Your parents' store is less than 8,000 square feet. Rich people's houses are bigger than that. We'd be wasting our talents there... Hey, Lowell, guess who I ran into today?"
Lowell grunted, "Who?"
Felicity walked over, hugging his arm, looking into his face as she softly said, "I ran into Mr. Windsor! He offered me a chance to work with him, as a third assistant, for about $50,000 a month."
"Lowell, I want to go! It's a rare opportunity!" she was excited.
Lowell was strongly opposed.
He looked at Felicity's happy face and asked, "Did you forget who he is? Did you forget what kind of man he is? He could crush us in Evergreen City with a snap of his fingers. How dare you get involved with him? Is he hiring you as an assistant or a mistress?"
"Lowell! How can you say that? I'm discussing this with you!"
She praised Oliver in front of Lowell, saying how he had billions at a young age. She said she didn't believe he would harm Lester.
Everything was Sarah's fault.
She accused Lowell of not understanding her.
Lowell thought she was delusional.
He warned her, "Felicity, don't play with fire! Oliver is not someone you can mess with. Do you know how many women he's toyed with?"
Felicity felt guilty. "They threw themselves at him. How can you blame Mr. Windsor?"
Lowell had nothing more to say.
He gave her an ultimatum, "If you insist on going, Felicity... then we're done."
Felicity pressed, "What do you mean? Lowell, explain yourself."
Lowell's response was to leave.
The door slammed shut with a thunderous bang.
Even though they parted on bad terms, Felicity was still convinced she could win over Oliver. Late that night, she added Oliver on Facebook, and to her surprise, he accepted. She mustered up the courage to send a message: [Mr. Windsor, I'll report to work tomorrow.]
Oliver didn't reply.
He knew how to control women.
Besides, he had no real interest in Felicity. Seeing her only reminded him of Lester, which annoyed him.
The next day, Felicity went to report for work.
When Zoey processed her onboarding paperwork, her gaze was quite meaningful. She added, "If I were you, Miss Mitchell, I wouldn't get involved."
However, Felicity rolled her eyes internally. She thought Zoey was just jealous of her youth and beauty.
When she received her secretary uniform, she requested a size smaller.
The tight-fitting secretary dress accentuated her curves, especially her soft bust, which looked quite enticing. At least, when she deliberately flaunted herself in front of Oliver, his gaze lingered on her for a few seconds, making her heart race and her legs feel weak.
But the next moment, Oliver was all business.
She didn't have much work to do.
Her job seemed to be accompanying Oliver to various meetings and social events. Zoey would go too, but unlike Felicity, Zoey always dressed in her secretary attire, while Felicity could wear her own clothes.
At parties, she was by Oliver's side.
The expensive dresses and jewelry were provided by the company. Each time she returned them, she secretly thought that one day she wouldn't have to; Oliver would give them to her willingly.
Over time, people started to notice.
They joked that Felicity was his confidante.
Oliver held his champagne, neither confirming nor denying. He even let her pretend to be drunk, her head resting against his shoulder in the car... The charged tension between them was undeniable. With just a beckoning finger from Oliver, Felicity would've willingly surrendered herself—body and soul—to his every desire.
But Oliver kept playing hard to get.
He wanted Sarah to know. That night, they unexpectedly met at a charity event.
Sarah wore a smoky gray dress, her long hair elegantly pinned up, adorned with long pearl earrings, and held a silver clutch.
She was now a fully mature woman.
Under the dazzling crystal lights,
Oliver's gaze was slightly suggestive as he looked at her outfit. His voice was a bit hoarse when he spoke, "You look great."
Sarah looked at him.
Felicity was by his side,
It was surprising, but also made perfect sense!
She no longer cared. She just thought Felicity was young and naive. Over the years, so many women had come and gone around Oliver. Had he ever truly cared for any of them?
At most, there was Ellie.
Sarah didn't speak,
She didn't even bother with pleasantries, just walked away.
Oliver's gaze followed her.
Felicity felt uneasy. Lately, Oliver had been paying her a lot of attention. Although they hadn't taken their relationship further, when had Oliver ever ignored her like this?
She feigned vulnerability, "Mr. Windsor, is Mrs. Windsor upset?"
Then she added, "Mrs. Windsor is overthinking! We are just work colleagues!"
"Isn't it?" Oliver retorted.
Felicity was at a loss.
She could feel that Oliver liked her, but he was so deep and unreadable. She couldn't tell if he would divorce Sarah for her...
Oliver kept her on edge, tormenting her repeatedly.
In the restroom, the golden faucet was running, the sound of water filling the room.
Sarah washed her hands slowly. When she looked up, she saw him in the mirror.
In the mirror, Oliver leaned against the wall, his gaze deeply fixed on her.
Their eyes met,
He softly repeated, "The dress suits you! I haven't seen you wear it before. Did you buy it recently?"
Sarah turned the faucet back on, her features soft and beautiful under the light. "I threw out all my old clothes! What are you trying to do with that girl?"
Oliver chuckled softly, "Finally asking! I thought you didn't care!"
He looked as charming as ever.
He said, "Not much! Just wanted to show you that I'm still in demand... By the way, Felicity is Lester's cousin, right? I think she has a boyfriend named Lowell."
Sarah slapped him.
It wasn't for Felicity; that girl wasn't worth it!
She was just furious that Oliver hadn't changed at all!
He habitually used his power and looks to manipulate and punish women. No matter how bad Felicity was, it wasn't his place to play judge.
Oliver didn't dodge, taking the slap head-on.
His refined face bore the faint imprint of her fingers, but he didn't care, even when the staff saw it. He just pressed his tongue against his cheek.
The next moment, he grabbed Sarah's hand and led her to the elevator.
She couldn't break free.
He took her to the parking garage on the second basement level, shoving her into the back seat of a black Rolls-Royce Phantom. Her head hit the leather seat hard, and as she tried to escape, he pinned her down.
His gaze was intense and clear, "I haven't slept with her! And I don't want to!"
His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "Sarah, come home with me! If you come home, I'll fire her immediately..."
Sarah's voice was soft, "If I don't go back with you, you'll sleep with Lester's cousin to punish me, to make me feel guilty... Is that it?"
Oliver deliberately didn't deny it.
Sarah closed her eyes lightly, "She and Lowell have nothing to do with us! Oliver, you can have any beautiful woman you want... Let her go!"
But Oliver scoffed, "What if she insists on clinging to me?"
He softened his tone again, "Sarah! Come back with me! I promise I won't touch her!"
Sarah's slender, soft body leaned against the dark seat. She was naturally beautiful, and at this moment, she looked even more vibrant and stunning.
Oliver couldn't help but kiss her.
Sarah lowered her eyes, her voice gentle, "Do you need an answer?"
Oliver held her hand.
Sarah leaned on his shoulder, her voice soft but cold, "Using Felicity to threaten me is ridiculous!"