Chapter 413 Let Me See Whose Cock is Big
"William, what's this supposed to mean?" Thalia was pinned against the stall door, looking William up and down.
"You came and didn't even tell me?" William asked.
"You didn't tell me either!" Thalia stared at him. "What? Did I interrupt something good?"
"I didn't do anything!"
Thalia blinked at William and sniffled.
"I'm so pathetic. I just decided to love you, and you turn around and go find other women."
William explained, "You're the only one in my heart."
"I don't believe you. Open it up and show me."
William was speechless.
"Thalia, there's nothing between her and me."
"You say there's nothing, but what about her?"
"I just need to control myself. I can't exactly control what other people do, can I?"
Thalia looked at William in silence for a few seconds, then changed the subject, saying pitifully, "You're being mean to me."
"How am I being mean to you?"
"You just raised your voice at me."
William said, "You're trying to piss me off on purpose, aren't you?"
William could tell that Thalia wasn't really angry. She probably wasn't angry at all—she just wanted to mess with him, to make him uncomfortable.
"Fine, you just stay miserable then," William said, about to pull open the stall door and leave.
"Tell me, what kind of woman do you think Mr. Brown would go for?"
William's hand was still on the door when the bathroom door was pulled open.
Thalia raised an eyebrow. This was exactly the kind of gossip she wanted to hear.
The sound of a zipper came from outside the stall. "Who knows? Mr. Brown is deep as the ocean—you can't read his emotions."
William had always had a temper. As a good student in his early years, his grades kept climbing through school. When his peers were just starting college, he'd already finished his degree and started working. When his peers started working, he was starting his own business. He'd rushed through every stage of life.
After wading through the murky waters of the business world, he disappeared from view. The next time people heard his name was in the news.
His high school friendships and later college relationships meant nothing to him.
William's life—they'd been part of it, but being part of it was like not being part of it at all.
If there was one thing everyone knew about, it was his childhood friendship with Thalia.
"But if you ask me, Selene would be a good choice. Gentle, obedient, well-behaved, good family background. Not useless but not some rich princess either. A woman like that at home—that's peace of mind."
Outside the door, water started running. Thalia pushed William's arm aside, trying to peek out.
Seeing this, William's heart jumped. He reached out and covered her eyes.
He scolded her quietly, "What are you looking at?"
"You need comparison to know what's good. I want to see who's bigger, you or them."
William's brain exploded.
Anger surged from his chest. He grabbed Thalia's chin, dragged her face to his lips, and kissed her hard, stealing all the breath from between her lips and tongue.
A punishing kiss in a place like this brought to mind many forbidden scenarios.
But those scenarios only flashed by.
In just a few seconds, Thalia came to her senses. Not backing down, she reached toward William's lower body and squeezed hard.
The man bent over in pain and let go of Thalia.
"You're asking me to hit you, aren't you?"
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"I'm heading back."
Thalia came out of the restroom with a dark expression and told Grace.
Seeing her like this, Grace understood immediately. "Didn't win the fight?"
"I'm your daughter. Would I lose?" Thalia dropped this line and, without waiting for Grace's response, turned and left.
"Mr. Jimenez, are you alright?"
As Thalia turned, she bumped into an elderly man.
Instinctively, she was about to apologize—the words "I'm sorry" we were about to come out—when she heard "Steven" and stopped.
She glanced over and thought, good thing she didn't apologize.
Wasn't this William's grandfather?
"Ms. Smith." Stefan steadied Steven while nodding at Thalia.
"Mr. Rogers." Thalia nodded slowly.
"I've heard you're a rising star in Emerald City. Didn't expect to run into you at an event like this."
"What a coincidence indeed." As Thalia spoke, her gaze swept to Michael behind them.
Finally, she stepped aside to let them pass.
"Ms. Smith, if you're not busy, could we chat for a bit?"
When Steven spoke, Thalia felt inexplicably disgusted, but she understood the principle of not hitting someone who's smiling at you. "I'm busy, very busy. Busy doing something important for nature—creating conditions for photosynthesis."
Steven didn't understand. "I must be getting old. Ms. Smith, I don't quite get what you're saying."
"Should I put it more plainly then?"
"Please do."
Thalia pulled at the corner of her mouth. "Taking a shit."
Michael had guessed Thalia wouldn't have anything nice to say. He turned his head to suppress his laughter.
........
"John, come here."
"Ms. Smith."
"Go slash the tires on Steven's car."
John looked at Thalia, a bit troubled. "Ms. Smith, this... there are cameras."
"What's Finn there for?"
"Understood."
William had talented people under him—plenty of people with skills beyond imagination. Destroying camera footage would probably be simple for them.
"William."
Steven's sparse voice rang out. The businessmen who had been chatting with William at the venue all stopped talking, their eyes falling on the two men. Everyone understood—this visitor probably didn't come in peace.
"Let's talk somewhere else?"
Steven looked at him, his tone gentle but his posture forceful. William ground out his cigarette. "No need. Let's talk right here."
Steven glanced around. "That might not be appropriate."
"Then please tell me what's inappropriate about it."
Having just been annoyed by Thalia, William was holding back his anger.
"Family matters should be discussed at home."
"Family matters? Whose family matters?" William was in a bad mood.
"Ours, naturally."
"Ours?" William laughed, rubbing his fingertips. "Who's family with you? Mr. Jimenez, at your age, you're still this shameless."