But Raymond didn't seem to intend to let it go: "If you don't come, I'll bring it to you. Your choice." His voice carried an undeniable authority.
Melinda knew his temper and had to agree, "Fine, I'll come over now."
After speaking, she took a deep breath and walked from her office to the elevator.
She took a car to the Thomas Group building, reached the top floor, and knocked on the door. Raymond's deep voice came from inside, "Come in."
She pushed the door open and her gaze fell on Raymond sitting on the sofa.
She glanced around and said straightforwardly, "Give me the stuff!"
Raymond looked up from his documents, his deep eyes fixed on her, and he lightly waved the invitation card in his hand, "Don't forget tonight's dinner."
Melinda was taken aback, remembering she had promised to treat him to dinner last night, but she didn't expect him to actually bring it up.
She said with some difficulty, "I don't have time tonight, let's do it another day."
Raymond frowned upon hearing this, stood up, and approached her, "Is this your credibility? Not keeping your word?"
Melinda took a step back, intimidated by his sudden assertiveness, and frowned, "It's just a dinner, do you have to be so serious about it?"
"I don't like people who don't keep their promises. Tonight, you must treat me." Raymond's eyes were fixed on her.
Melinda sighed helplessly, "Alright!" She planned to treat him to this dinner and then never owe him anything again. This favor was really hard to repay.
As soon as work ended, Melinda started to worry about what to make for dinner tonight.
She also had to pick up Sam, and Sam was unusually fond of Raymond, which made her even more troubled.
She picked up her bag and left the lab, earlier than her colleagues.
However, when she stood at the gate ready to hail a cab, she saw that the car was already waiting by the roadside.
Melinda's heart tightened, and she quickly walked out.
She heard the car behind her start, secretly relieved that she walked fast.
At this moment, a car stopped in front of her, and Melinda got in without hesitation, "Thank you, just drop me off at the bus stop ahead." She smiled slightly at the driver.
The driver nodded and drove off.
Meanwhile, Raymond in the luxury car behind gripped the steering wheel in anger, his gaze darkly fixed ahead.
Shortly after returning home, Melinda's phone rang.
She glanced at the caller ID, took a deep breath, and answered, "Hello!"
"Are you home?" Raymond's deep, rich voice came through the receiver, causing Melinda's eardrums to tremble slightly.
"Of course." Melinda answered somewhat guiltily.
Raymond snorted lightly, "You owe me tonight's dinner, repay it later." With that, he hung up the phone.
Melinda rolled her eyes speechlessly at her phone. Raymond was really petty! But she knew it wasn't good to break a promise, she just didn't want to treat him to dinner!
Meanwhile, Emily was also suffering from insomnia. Ever since she pretended to be the man who had a passionate night with Melinda, there hadn't been much progress. Raymond was still as indifferent to her as ever.
She was eager to advance her relationship with Raymond, preferably getting pregnant, so she could secure her position as Mrs. Thomas of the Thomas family!
But how could she arrange to meet Raymond and do this?
After all, Melinda was the woman Raymond had been thinking about.
That passionate night five years ago made Raymond search for five whole years, showing how much Melinda's body attracted him.
Emily saw this and couldn't help but feel jealous.
She had to find a way to get close to Raymond. If he got drunk one night, her chance would come.
But how could the people around Raymond easily listen to her?
A confident look flashed in Emily's eyes.
She thought of someone, Raymond's assistant Nolan Adams seemed good, with excellent looks and physique, better than any of her previous boyfriends.
Emily's target wasn't just Raymond; she wanted the entire Thomas Group's assets. For this goal, she was willing to do anything.
She glanced at the time and dialed Nolan's number.
"Hello, Ms. Lowe." Nolan's voice sounded surprised on the other end.
"Nolan, do you have time now? I need your help with something at home." Emily's voice carried a hint of vulnerability, as if she was really in trouble.
Nolan didn't think much and immediately agreed.
Half an hour later, he arrived at Emily's home.
Emily was wearing a barely visible sexy nightgown.
Nolan didn't dare to look much and quickly turned his head away.
Emily led him to the master bedroom, asking him to check if there were any mice.
Nolan carefully checked but found nothing unusual.
Emily handed him a glass of water. He was very thirsty and drank it in one gulp.
Soon, Nolan felt his whole body heat up, as if a fire was burning inside him.
When Emily hugged him, he was terrified, but soon he was overwhelmed by desire.
After a passionate encounter, Nolan sat on the edge of the bed, filled with regret.
Emily, however, hugged his neck and said softly, "Nolan, you're mine now. You have to take responsibility for me!"
Nolan pushed her away in panic, "Ms. Lowe, I'm sorry! I..."
Emily's eyes turned cold, "Nolan, if Raymond finds out you slept with me, do you think he'll let you go?"
Nolan looked at her in horror. Emily continued, "Nolan, only the two of us know about this. As long as you listen to me, we can both become powerful people."
"I don't dare to do anything illegal." Nolan said, trembling.
"I don't need you to do those things. You just need to report Raymond's whereabouts and the women he interacts with to me." Emily's voice was full of temptation.
Nolan knew he had no way out and could only agree to her request, "Alright, I'll report Mr. Thomas's activities truthfully from now on."
"So, what has Raymond been up to lately?" Emily asked, lounging on the bed like a queen.
"I can't talk about Mr. Thomas's work, but he's attending a family banquet this weekend. You can see him there."
Nolan said cautiously.
"What? Why didn't I receive an invitation?" Emily asked, frowning.
"All the invitations have been sent out. Melinda received one, didn't you?" Nolan was a bit surprised.
"No! Who's hosting it?" Emily's tone revealed a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Larry is personally overseeing it."
A look of resentment flashed in Emily's eyes. In Larry's eyes, she was not as important as Melinda!
Such an important banquet, and Larry didn't invite her but invited that bitch Melinda.
Did they really think Emily had no way? If they didn't invite her, she would go herself!