My Four Miraculous Treasures (Willow and Jasper) novel Chapter 123

As she entered, one of the visitors looked her way. His eyes flashed with a hint of lust, glinting menacingly.

Willow sensed a blazing pair of eyes watching her, so intently that it made her skin prickle. She followed that searing gaze back to its source. There was a man with a fashionable hairstyle peering at her—but when she returned his gaze, he immediately averted his eyes.

Hmm… shifty sort of fellow.

The man had a pronounced pot-belly, as though six months pregnant. He had an oily face, and an ungraceful balding pattern.

This was the man Willow thought she recognized, but couldn’t quite figure out where they might have met before…

Facing him directly like this, it abruptly dawned on her: This was her blind date, from that time! Mr. Lawson!

Remembering how the man had tried to feel her up, Willow felt a sudden surge of disgust. She turned away from him, and went over to the side table to make some coffee.

She didn’t notice how Jasper’s cold, dark eyes had taken in every detail of her silent exchange with Mr. Lawson… and how this had made the look in his eyes even colder, and darker…

“Mr. Hughes, we’re willing to hand over Zeigler Corporation to you, in its entirety… provided you drop all legal charges against us.” The one who said this was Charles Zeigler, CEO of Zeigler Corporation. He was seated beside Mr. Lawson.

Although well-dressed, Charles had a face that was absolutely riddled with acne scars, and he was crooked and frail, a miserable creature. Compared to Jasper Hughes, he was an especially wretched sight in here.

His attention was fully focused on this negotiation with Jasper. He was even willing to give up his entire company, as long as he himself could get away unharmed. At this point, that was all he cared about.

Hughes Corporation was the biggest fish in this town, with an estimated worth in the billions. If there was a real accounting of the damage done to them by Zeigler Corporation’s sneaky little trick… it would come up to more than they could ever hope to pay off.

Their only hope now was to apologize and offer a very handsome penalty, so that they might be able to survive the backlash.

Jasper produced a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff. As the smoke curled about him, he said sternly, “One more condition…”

“Anything! Anything you want, Mr. Hughes!” Charles was delighted. It sounded like there might be hope, after all!

Jasper flicked his gaze over to Lars. “I want your company to completely destroy this man’s professional career.”