Chapter 31 She Looks Both Delicate and Desirable...
Thalia scoffed, "Oh please, Mr. Brown. If you were really that important, why would I, Thalia, someone of my status, even bother with a nobody like you in Emerald City?"
William grabbed her hand to stop her from doing anything reckless. "Your dad's gone, and all you've got left is your looks. Everyone in Emerald City knows you blow through money like it's nothing. How long do you think your dad's inheritance will last?"
"Emerald City's elite? You think they want a broke princess? Someone who can't do anything but cause trouble? Thalia, you're seriously overestimating yourself."
William suddenly let go of her hand, causing it to smack against the door. She winced in pain.
Thalia wanted to tear him apart for his harsh words. She rubbed her wrist where it hit, then suddenly smiled. "Mr. Brown, what are you so scared of?"
"When it comes to looks, I'm the best in Emerald City. As for my figure, who can top me? And brains... am I not smarter than Scarlett, that two-faced snake?"
"Are you trying so hard to push me away because you actually want me to stay?"
Thalia wasn't dumb. In Emerald City, the only person she could rely on now was William. Without him, there'd be plenty of men ready to take advantage of her. She hadn't made few enemies over the years.
The rich kids in Emerald City all relied on their dads. Those who didn't were old enough to be her dad if they started young.
But William was different. He had no family background but had the skills and means. Outside, he was like those guys with cars and houses but no parents.
Thalia knew this well.
"I'm not leaving..." Thalia moved closer to William.
William laughed, a laugh filled with anger.
He grabbed Thalia's head and kissed her hard, pushing her onto the bed in the break room.
The stark white sheets contrasted sharply with Thalia's pink dress, making her look both delicate and alluring.
Her black curls spread out on the bed, like a princess from a fairy tale.
"Mr. Brown, don't hesitate!" Thalia's soft hand slipped under William's shirt, her fingers tracing circles on his abs, her nails gliding upward.
William's back trembled slightly...
Thalia was very skilled at this... she had a lot of experience.
As Daniel would say, Thalia was a seasoned veteran, and someone like him, who only talked big, couldn't compete.
William's gaze was intense, as if he wanted to see through her soul, but Thalia was not someone easily read.
William tried to get up.
Thalia pressed down on his waist. "Giving up halfway?"
"I'm not interested in Ms. Smith."
"Not interested, yet you're hard?"
"Being hard only proves I'm healthy. If I took advantage of my hormones and slept with you, how would I be any different from a beast?"
William pulled Thalia's hand away.
Thalia smirked at him. "If beasts looked like Mr. Brown, I'd like them..."
William: ... "Get dressed and leave."
William opened the door to the break room and walked out, grabbing the cold coffee on his desk and taking a sip. Just then, the office door opened. "Mr. Brown..."
Brian walked in just as Thalia emerged from the break room, looking disheveled, her clothes barely hanging on, her hair a mess, and lipstick smeared all over her lips.
Had they just finished?
Or... didn't have time?
Brian actually hoped it was the latter. If it was the former, then their brilliant William might have a problem with stamina.
William followed Brian's gaze and gritted his teeth, shouting, "Thalia..."
Thalia leaned against the door, picking at her ear. "I heard you!"
"Brian, don't you have any manners?" Thalia's voice was sweet but accusatory as she glanced at Brian.
...
Thalia had just gotten into the car when she received a call from Elizabeth.
"Thalia, the phone..." Isla heard the phone ringing but no one answering.
"I see it."
"Why aren't you answering?"
"Guess whose call it is?"
"Whose?" Isla was curious.
"Chase's ex-wife," Thalia hadn't expected Elizabeth to call her.
Isla: ... She had heard of Elizabeth, knew she had a kind heart, still living with her ex-husband's parents and tolerating his affairs even after their divorce.
"Are you going to answer?"
"Yes! Maybe she's had a change of heart and wants to join forces with me."
...
Half an hour later, at a café near the law firm.
Thalia sat on the sofa, stirring her coffee, watching as Elizabeth walked in with a very familiar bag. Her seductive eyes narrowed slightly.
"Did Chase give you that bag?"
"So what?" Elizabeth didn't have a good impression of Thalia. If Chase hadn't caused a serious incident recently, she wouldn't have come to Thalia.
"Did Chase tell you this bag is a limited edition, only three in the world?"
Elizabeth's face changed.
Thalia didn't need to say more; Elizabeth already understood.
A limited edition of only three? Chase wouldn't be generous enough to give her a bag worth millions.
It was probably a fake!
You could tell a man's intentions by how he treated you daily.
Elizabeth sat down, took out her personal items from the bag, and called a local courier to send the bag to Chase's office.
Thalia: ...
After a divorce, did she finally wise up? Elizabeth looked at Thalia, who was lounging in the chair, her long hair casually draped behind her, a novel in front of her, seemingly having read quite a bit.
"I'm here about Chase."
"Get to the point," Thalia rested her chin in her hand, straightforward.
"I need your help. Name your price."
Thalia asked, "Help with what?"
"Chase got a woman in your entertainment circle pregnant, and he wants her to keep the baby."
Thalia understood, raising an eyebrow. "So?"
"I want you to help me get rid of it."
Thalia laughed. "I don't do illegal things, and what leverage do you have to negotiate with me?"
Elizabeth didn't say a word, pulling out her phone and opening an app showing a tracking interface.