Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty



"So, you're finally ready to do business with me?" Yolanda asked, pleased as she lifted her foot from Blake's chest. Then, she turned around and sat on the couch next to the desk. "Have the project contract drafted and ready for me to review within half an hour."

"Yes, of course..." Blake scrambled to his feet and swiftly made a phone call. Half an hour later, the project manager knocked on Blake's office door with the contract in hand. As soon as he walked in, he was struck dumb by the scene before him.

Blake, battered and bruised, cowered behind his desk like a cornered bear. Meanwhile, a chubby girl in sportswear sat across from him on the couch, sipping juice with one hand while flipping through a financial magazine with the other.

The manager soon snapped out of it. "Mr. Rowse, here's the contract you requested." He anxiously approached Blake and placed the contract on the desk respectfully.

"Alright, you can go now," Blake said brusquely, waving his hand dismissively. He felt humiliated to be seen in such a sorry state by his subordinate. Before leaving, the manager couldn't help but take one last look at Yolanda, wondering who she was.

Yolanda, ignoring his scrutiny, waited until he was gone before closing her magazine and placing the juice on Blake's desk.

"Here's the contract, Ms. Henderson," Blake said with a smile, handing her the document respectfully.

Yolanda accepted the contract and shot him a cold look. "Don't bother attempting to send someone after me. If what you've done becomes public, you'll be the one losing your job at Doxcon Group."

Blake stiffened as her words sank in. Had she caught him secretly reaching out for help? Impossible! He had been so discreet-there was no way she would have noticed.

Having made it to his current

position, he was used to navigating through tough situations. He soon regained his composure and smiled at Yolanda. "How could I possibly do that I'm genuinely sorry for what I've done."

Looking at Yolanda, Blake was filled with a fear he had never experienced before. In that moment, he completely squashed the thought of doing anything to harm her.

Ignoring him, Yolanda turned her attention to the contract. Once she confirmed that everything was in order, she told Blake, "I'm looking forward to working with you."

Then, she took one more look at him

and said, should warn you that

your liver is failing from all that

drinking. You should go to a hospital for a checkup as soon as possible." Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

From the look in his eyes, she could tell he wouldn't dare to cross her anymore. That meant he could be of use to her down the line. So, it would be a shame to see him go so soon.

Blake was taken aback. "Are you a doctor?"

However, he soon brushed it off. "I appreciate it, Ms. Henderson, but I'm a picture of health. I doubt I'm falling ill anytime soon!"

Yolanda didn't want to argue with him. Before leaving, she handed him a wax-sealed pill. "This is a painkiller. You'll be needing it." Then, with the contract in hand, she left his office.

"A painkiller?" Blake took a good look at the pill before tossing it into the bin. "As if I'd fall for that!"