After a while, Quinn exited the hospital and got into the car. The assistant felt confused and wondered what medicine his boss had bought.
He tried to observe her through the rear view mirror and noticed that she was sitting differently, as if she was trying to avoid something. Also, she looked slightly uncomfortable as she sat. Could it be that...
The assistant suddenly recalled that Quinn's hips were probably her most precious possession.
He also knew that she would go to the beautician three or four times a month, and she would spend more than ten thousand dollars to maintain her hips. That was why whenever she wore jeans, her hips would look visually-pleasing.
The more the assistant thought about it, the more triggered he was. He was determined to get with her within the next few days.
"When the time comes, I'll be sure to get naked photos of you. How dare you hit me whenever you feel like it?"
The assistant secretly snickered.
"Are you tired of the job? Get out of here if you don't want to work anymore!" Quinn said coldly.
"No, no." The assistant hurriedly drove her to a five-star hotel where she had been staying since the past few days.
They were staying at the Hotel Luna.
Chuck would've laughed his head off if he were there, because Quinn was staying at his mother's hotel.
......
The next morning, Chuck and Yvette headed to the plaza. He noticed that she was extremely busy, and she looked very stressed. Chuck wanted to help her relax a little, but she only laughed it off, saying that she wanted to earn more money.
Chuck felt helpless.
He was thinking that he could drive his car back that day. He said a few things to Yvette, then proceeded to drive to the BMW store. As he got into the car, he texted Charlotte Yates on WeChat, who replied saying that she was free.
He asked her to drive the BMW there.
"What are you doing here? It's not time to pay yet." Yvette frowned because the loan sharks had appeared in her office.
Their expressions were a little off.
Dread looked around Yvette's office with an eerie smile on his face. Then, he sat down and said, "You've earned some money recently, haven't you? I saw your new Benz.. Not bad!"
One of his men was at the plaza with his girlfriend when they saw Yvette driving a Benz. Therefore, they informed Dread.
"I'll definitely pay you back, not a penny less," Yvette said coldly.
Dread smirked, "With interest? Are you sure though?"
"What do you mean? The first payment will only be due in 15 days." Yvette frowned uneasily. Something was wrong.
"Fifteen days? Please look at the contract carefully." Dread snapped his fingers and his men handed him the contract. It was a contract signed by Yvette.
Yvette pursed her lips as she read through the contract carefully. At first, she did not find anything wrong. However, the second time she read through it, she noticed something fishy.
"You!" Yvette bounced up. This contract stated that if she borrowed 700,000 dollars, she'd have to return 70,000 dollars every month for a total of 10 months. In actuality, they didn't even lend her the full 700,000 dollars. It was all a trap!
"How? Have you read it carefully? Seems like you didn't read it properly when you signed it. But that's okay, you're all clear now, right?" Dread smiled as he stared at Yvette's figure. He felt excited at the possibility of sleeping with her.
His men were also thrilled because they knew that they would have a chance after their boss.
It would be amazing!
"You!" Yvette wanted to tear up the contract. However, Dread snatched it over and said, "You read it clearly, right? You need to pay me back 700,000 dollars per month for 10 months, which is a total of 7 million dollars. Otherwise, you'll have no choice but to give me your company."
Yvette glared at him coldly.
"Don't touch her. She'll be yours after I'm done with her," Dread warned.
"Yes."
"D*mn! It's no wonder that she's losing money opening her company at a sh*thole like this! Let's go!" Dread ordered his men to leave. As they approached the parking lot, they noticed Yvette's new car. He walked over and sneered.
Yvette sat in the office and kept thinking about the contract. How could she be required to pay back 7 million dollars if she only borrowed 700,000? However, she was afraid that if she called the police, the loan sharks would hurt Chuck. She didn't know what to do.
She struggled. She was most worried about Chuck.
What could she do? She couldn't just worry with no sense of direction. Therefore, she grabbed her phone and dialed Chuck's number, but no one picked up the phone. Her fists were clenched anxiously. What was going on? Was Chuck alright?
Yvette panicked.
......
Meanwhile, Chuck sat in his new car and was ready to leave. Charlotte wanted to send him off and he agreed. However, after drinking a cup of water she offered him, he started to feel slightly uncomfortable.
"Chuck, what's wrong with you?" Charlotte was excited. She had prepared for this and added some sort of drug in his drink so that he would have sex with her.
"I'm fine, just a little tired. I need to rest," Chuck said. Coincidentally, they were approaching his mother's hotel. All he could think about was that he wanted to rest. He felt very uncomfortable and even more uneasy at the sight of Charlotte's slender legs.
What was going on? Was he holding back for that long? Chuck shook his head. He could not do anything that would betray Yvette.
"Okay, we'll go to that hotel." Charlotte smiled. It turned out that Chuck also wanted to sleep with her. He must have been pretending and knew that she had drugged him, but decided to keep quiet. She figured that he was actually still sober and knew what he was about to do.
Chuck drove into the hotel. When he arrived at the parking lot, Charlotte noticed that he was blushing. She chuckled at the thought of possibly snagging herself a rich man.
She helped him get out of the car.
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