Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3291

Two months ago, Mr. Larsen's wife caught him with a mistress. She cornered the other woman and physically attacked her, sparking a scandal that had been the talk of the town for weeks.

Sara had hoped mentioning the incident would intimidate Mr. Larsen, but his expression didn't even flicker. "If my wife ever dared to lay a hand on you, Sara, I'd kick her to the curb immediately. I've got your back. What are you so afraid of?"

Was that even something a human being would say? He was an absolute animal. In fact, an animal probably had more shame.

Sara cursed him out in her head, but she forced a polite smile to remain on her face. "You might be confident, Mr. Larsen, but I truly wouldn't dare provoke your wife. How about this? I'll down three glasses to show my sincerity. Will that work for you?"

Mr. Larsen's face was flushed with alcohol. He grinned broadly, his gaze predatory and calculating as he refused to back down. "My only wish is to share an intimate toast with you, Sara. If you satisfy me, I'll satisfy you."

Desperate to close the deal, Ian Decker quickly intervened. "Sara, stop being so difficult. Mr. Larsen is just looking out for you. Having one little drink together won't hurt. Just do it, and he'll sign the contract right now."

Disgusted by Ian's reckless greed, Sara knew there was no escaping this. She stood up, raising her glass toward Mr. Larsen. "You better keep your word."

A thrill of excitement washed over Mr. Larsen's face. He leaned in close, wrapping his arm around the back of Sara's head and forcefully dragging her against his chest.

Adrian Chambers had been chatting with someone nearby when he glanced over and saw Sara locked in the toast with Mr. Larsen. A flash of disgust darkened his striking features.

She was always so self-righteous when lecturing others, but when it came down to it, she was willing to do absolutely anything for money.

Sara discreetly tilted her head, trying to put some distance between herself and the sleazy executive. But no matter how much she shifted, she couldn't evade his blatant advances.

As they drank, the man suddenly turned his head, aiming a wet kiss directly at Sara's ear.

Smash.

Without a second thought, Sara swung her hand up and smashed her wine glass right against the man's head.

The sheer exhaustion of being dragged out to a work dinner on a weekend, the agonizing hour-long traffic jam, and the vile disgust of being harassed by this creep all erupted at once.

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