"So you really did sleep with Monte?”
There was a hint of fury in Chester's eyes, as though he was looking at the dirtiest thing in the world. He even tightened his grip.
Eliza's chin hurt so much that it felt like it was going to break, and she did not hold back her tears from running down her face.
She looked disgusting with her tears mixed with the powder.
Chester let go of her and took a piece of tissue paper to wipe his dirty hand. After that, he tossed the paper onto her with a bad temper. "Eliza, you're f eking dirty."
"What can I do?"
Eliza forced a smile. "Since you don't want to help me, I only have myself to rely on. President Jewell, did forcing me to sleep with you make it all too easy for you that, especially since you didn't spend any money with me at all, you think of me as cheap? No matter how nasty your attitude was toward the women you previously slept with, you would at least give them what they deserved, right?"
Truth be told, she would be throwing insults at Chester if she was not trying to avoid having a falling-out with him.
It was not a wise choice to have a falling out with him at this point.
"With your contract terminated, you've become much bolder.” Chester’s lips curled into a sneer. "But I have to admit that I do see you as cheap.”
"In that case, I can find someone who doesn't see me as cheap. You're not the only man in this world, President Jewell."
Eliza's words infuriated Chester.
He glared at her. "Eliza, are you really unconcerned about your subordinates' lives?"
Eliza took a deep breath and suddenly choked up. "President Jewell, don't go too far."
Chester sneered and looked unbothered.
Late at night, Charity’s death was like a needle that pricked deep in his heart.
Chester lit a cigarette and laughed all of a sudden. "Since you've called me coldblooded, why do you think I still feel guilty?"
"If you hadn't helped Sarah bully the Neeson family, would they have died?" Eliza said with a hoarse voice, "I didn’t know a lot of things back then, but Catherine has told me everything.”
Chester walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He finished smoking the cigarette with his back facing her before he said," Come back to the company, and I’ll free your subordinates. Also, you don't have to sleep with me anymore."
He was sick of sleeping with her anyway.
Especially at the thought that she had slept with another man, Chester felt utterly disgusted.
If it were another woman who cuckolded him, he would have killed her.
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