Chapter 83
John forced a smile, "You used to call me John, Nancy. Can't you call me that like before?"
I coughed awkwardly and didn't answer in the end.
John stood in front of me urgently, as if he had to get an answer.
My fingertips tapped lightly on the table in front of me.
"Mr. Brown." I didn't use the intimate name he wanted, but spoke formally instead, which actually made me seem more trustworthy.
John stared at me.
I said, "It's not that I can't help you, but I need time. After all, all the project proposals are with the higher-ups now. It won't be easy for me to get them."
John frowned across from me, "Aren't you already the director of the project department?"
I sighed, "Sure, I'm called the director, but it's really just Michael's way of controlling me. He doesn't treat me like a real person, just a decoration."
"Mr. Brown, actually, I asked you out today for another reason. I saw Michael has a document that's bad for the Brown family, but I don't know if it's real or fake."
John frowned, clearly not believing what I said.
But when I spoke badly of Michael, he naturally had to agree with a few words.
"Nancy, I told you long ago that Michael is not a good person. Only I truly care about you!"
I nodded, though inside I was already mocking him endlessly.
John wanted to get information about that document concerning the Brown family from me, and also wanted me to steal the project proposal. Right now, he could barely contain his emotions in front of me, obviously extremely anxious.
Watching his despicable performance, I was actually quite pleased.
But I definitely wouldn't tell him everything.
"Mr. Brown, do you know about our old housekeeper?"
If John knew the housekeeper worked for someone else, his expression would definitely change right now. But as I watched him, he didn't seem to care whose person the housekeeper was - his mind was completely focused on getting what he wanted from me.
I sighed.
It seemed John didn't know.
"Nancy."
He hesitated, but I had already stood up.
"Mr. Brown, it's getting late. If I don't go back now, Michael will come looking for me, and then he'll definitely punish me."
Ignoring John's expression, I grabbed my bag and hurried out.
"Nancy."
Behind me, I could hear him trying to call me back, but I was already out and getting in the car.
What I didn't expect was that Michael knew about my meeting with John. When I got home that evening, Michael's expression was terrible.
"Mr. Johnson," I called out tentatively.
"Nancy Smith." He never called me by my full name, but now he was very serious.
"Didn't you promise me you wouldn't put yourself in danger again?"
So I knew - Michael had found out I met with John.
"Michael," I called his name while sitting down beside him.
"It's just John. He can't do anything to me, and besides, it's just a small thing."
Michael's expression grew even darker, and he didn't respond.
I coughed and saw Michael point at the laptop on the table. A storage device was plugged into the side of the computer.
"Today I had someone follow that janitor and got this storage device. Although it was damaged, I had it restored."
Michael didn't have a good expression for me, which I couldn't understand.
I opened the storage device, and then saw it was full of photos.
All of me!
I was stunned and felt a chill run down my spine.
Who had been watching me all this time?
"You should trust me. Since I promised to help you, I definitely won't go back on my word. I have enough ability to help you without putting you in danger."
Michael said coldly.
"I'm not a clinging vine that can only hide behind you forever. I can stand side by side with you."
I was also very serious.
Michael suddenly stood up from the sofa. With anger radiating from him, he turned and left. Our relationship, which had just recovered, was frozen again like this.
Watching him leave, I sighed helplessly.
But as I kept looking at the laptop, the more I looked, the more cold sweat broke out on my back.
My entire life seemed to be under someone's surveillance. I didn't know where these photos came from, and I had never felt like I was being followed or photographed.
Who was this person?
I sat alone on the sofa for a long time, unable to recover.
Finally, I had only one thought - I had to find out who this person was!
But...
When I went upstairs, I knocked on Michael's door.
The door opened quickly, and Michael appeared before me with a not-so-good expression.
"Michael."
Michael's face was a bit stiff. "Ms. Smith, didn't you want to listen to me?"
Seeing him like this, how could I not understand?
I suddenly reached out and hugged his waist, looking up at Michael, "I know I was wrong. Mr. Johnson, don't be mad at me anymore!"
After saying this, I deliberately rested my head on Michael's chest and rubbed against it slightly. In that electric moment, Michael's body indeed stiffened.
I knew he was getting aroused.
I gently rubbed my hand on his waist, then pushed him, pushing him into the room.
"Mr. Johnson, I know I was wrong. I apologize to you. Can you forgive me?"
Michael suddenly looked up, his eyes full of burning passion, fell on me, as if they would burn me to ashes at any moment.
The corner of my mouth twitched slightly.
"Mr. Johnson..." With my deliberately lowered voice, I sounded obviously more seductive than usual, more able to arouse Michael.
Michael immediately got up and pressed me onto the bed.
When his gaze fell on me, it carried greed and possessiveness.
"Just this once, never again!"
I nodded, then heard Michael say.
"If there's a next time, I'll lock you up at home!"
"Okay!" Right now, of course, I would agree to whatever he said, because Michael really would get angry.
Seeing me so docile and obedient, Michael's anger almost instantly disappeared without a trace, but his hand wouldn't leave my waist, pulling my whole body down.
I was pressed on top of Michael, my arms braced against the bed to support my body.
Michael looked down at my collar. His fingers also moved upward and pinched. I trembled, my body instantly pressed down, and my arms lost their strength.
Michael put his hand on my waist again, and with a forceful lift, our positions changed - he was on top, and I was below. Everywhere his gaze touched seemed to carry heat, looking me up and down.
The temperature in the room seemed to have risen a lot.