Chapter 137
“Aren’t your demands getting excessive, Mr. Huxley?” Christina’s voice was strained with barely contained anger.
Conan smiled, seemingly unfazed. “Don’t get upset, Ms. Stevens. It pains my heart to see a beauty like you become Mr. Weller’s woman soon. Can any of you imagine wanting something so badly, yet knowing it’s forever out of reach?”
Leroy snapped impatiently. “Just get to the point, Mr. Huxley. And remember, no one except Harvey is worthy of Christie.”
Conan chuckled. “You’re absolutely right. Ms. Stevens and Mr. Weller are a perfect match. I’m not asking for much–I just want to share one intimate toast with Ms. Stevens, our faces close together. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”
Under the Stevens family’s icy stares, Conan continued shamelessly, “Foreigners even kiss on the lips as a greeting, don’t they? I’m just asking for one toast. I promise, just one.”
Christina was disgusted that after all his circling, his intentions were so crude. Without hesitation, she refused, “I’m sorry, Mr. Huxley, but that’s not happening.
“Conan, are you crazy?” Irene spat. “If you want women, go find yourself a hooker! How dare you hit on our Christie. Have you looked in a mirror? You’re disgusting!”
Leroy sneered with equal contempt. “You’re nothing but garbage. If you want a kiss, go and find a toad instead!”
Conan exploded in rage and jumped to his feet. “Fine! Since Stevens Corporation can’t appreciate an obvious opportunity, you can forget about the material supply!”
With a dark expression, he turned to leave.
Christina felt desperate but helpless. Conan’s intentions were clearly inappropriate, but the new project could not move forward without Thrive Enterprise’s materials.
Irene blocked his path aggressively. “You’re the one who doesn’t know your place, Conan. You’re not leaving until you sign the contract with Stevens Corporation.”
Conan snarled, “Get out of my way, you old hag! Who are you to threaten me?”
Without warning, he raised his hand and slapped Irene hard across the face, sending her flying to the floor.
Irene was accustomed to getting her way, and she was completely unprepared for such violence. Half her face swelled instantly, and she lay on the ground wailing.
Leroy charged forward, roaring, “You bastard!”
However, one of Conan’s bodyguards quickly kicked him in the stomach. The force knocked him back, and he collapsed to the floor, clutching his gut and vomiting uncontrollably.
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Conan sneered. “You’re pathetic! If it weren’t for the Weller family, you’d be nothing in Jayrodale, and I’d teach you an even harsher lesson today.”
He spat on the ground next to Leroy before turning to Christina with a mocking smile. “Ms. Stevens, if you want those materials, you know where to find me. Come to my office, share that toast with me, and don’t forget to wear black stockings.”
His tone was dripping with malice as he smirked. “If you can’t do that… you can say goodbye to the project.
Adjusting his suit, he left whistling, showing complete disdain for the Stevens family.
