On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 222

Jessica had seen Lucy’s profile. She was an influencer who had built her brand on pure sex appeal, with breast implants, liposuction, and butt enhancements creating a bombshell figure that attracted a 70% male following. Her comment sections were a cesspool of lewd remarks from toxic men, which in turn drew in passersby who would argue with them, making the engagement look lively.

Joe Brooks sneered, his disdain obvious. “I only partnered with StreamSphere because of Lucy. I’ve known her for a long time, and the commission and profit-sharing rates I gave you were the highest possible. Now that she’s gone, we’ll have to renegotiate those rates downwards.”

“I understand your position, Mr. Brooks,” Jessica interjected, her voice soft but firm. “In business, sales and profits are what matter most. Before you rush to adjust the rates, why not give us a one-month trial? We have two lingerie campaigns scheduled. If the average sales from those two events don’t match our previous numbers, we’ll retroactively apply your new, lower commission rate to this month’s sales. How does that sound?”

Rebecca nodded eagerly. “Mr. Brooks, a thousand words from us mean less than what the data will show. What do you say?”

Brooks’s gaze shifted to Jessica. “Is this a new influencer? Why don’t you model our lingerie for us?”

Rebecca laughed. “I’m afraid not, Mr. Brooks. This is our vice president. She could certainly do an influencer’s job, but I could never find someone to do hers.”

“Is that so? Impressive,” Brooks sneered. “In that case, why don’t you start by dancing for us?”

The smile on Jessica’s face slowly froze.

“Go on,” Brooks chuckled, “put on the new set from our company. I brought it with me.” He turned, rummaged through his briefcase, and tossed a flimsy piece of fabric at Jessica.

Rebecca caught it. Unfolding it, she saw it was nothing more than a piece of erotic lingerie. The four executives, two of whom were women, stared at her.

Rebecca’s smile was unreadable. “You like to watch?”

Brooks’s face turned crimson with rage. “You’ll regret this.”

Jessica threw her glass of water in his face. “Get out.”

“You just wait,” he snarled, teeth clenched. “I’ll run your company into the ground!”

He stormed out of the room.

One of the female executives, who had been silent until now, stood and raised her glass. “Ms. Jones, Ms. Brown, a toast to you both. As long as you’re running this company, I will work for you. At a dinner table like this, only another woman won’t treat you like a product to be displayed. I respect you.”