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At Nightfall Bar.
This establishment was the epitome of luxury in Ansport, frequented only by the affluent and influential. This was Courtney’s first visit to a bar, a place she normally looked down on. However, with Andrew present, she had to be here, too. She made sure her appearance was flawless, having chosen a black, low-cut dress for the night. This was Tatiana’s advice; to rise in status, she couldn’t afford to be modest. After all, men were often swayed by appearances.
Courtney made her entrance into the bar.
The deafening music was almost painful to her ears. The bar was expansive, bathed in dim light that danced with vibrant colors. Courtney scanned the crowd until she spotted Andrew in a booth. Even in the low light, Andrew stood out. He was dressed in a black suit, looking slightly intoxicated.
A flutter of excitement passed through Courtney as she approached him. The person nudging Andrew caught her attention. Courtney recognized him as Norton Santos, from the wealthy and influential Santos family. Norton was teasing Andrew with a smirk. “Mr. Klein, are you really that tipsy?”
Courtney averted her gaze. Those close to Andrew were indeed all remarkable. Norton was also an heir to one of Ansport’s four major families. She hadn’t realized they were so close. It turned out they were such good friends in private.
A smile appeared on Courtney’s lips as she walked forward. The crowd was surprised to see her. Someone recognized her, saying, “Aren’t you from the Patton family? What brings you here?”
“I came to see how Andrew is doing; I heard he’s quite upset,” Courtney explained softly. Her words gave rise to suggestive looks. Norton chuckled and nudged Andrew. “Who knew, Andrew? You avoid women usually, but it seems you have more admirers than I do!”
Courtney’s cheeks flushed at his remark, and she took a seat next to Andrew. Andrew was quiet, his breath reeking of alcohol, and had a lifeless air about him. Courtney’s heart ached. She could see how deeply Andrew was hurt by Isabella’s death!
She whispered words of comfort. “Andrew, don’t be so downhearted. Isabella wouldn’t want to see you like this.”
Suddenly, the previously silent Andrew turned to face her, his eyes dark and chilling, hinting at great anger. Courtney was taken aback, but it was fleeting; Andrew soon shut his eyes, too weary and inebriated to maintain the gaze.
Courtney pressed her lips together, sensing an opportunity. She looped her arm through Andrew’s. “Andrew’s had too much to drink. I’ll get him out of here so he doesn’t spoil the fun.”
“Oh? Go ahead then,” Norton responded, lighting a cigarette. “He’s really drunk; make sure you look after him!”
Courtney assisted a compliant Andrew out of the bar. Her heart was racing as she helped him into the car. His strikingly handsome face was inches away, rivaling the beauty of figures in classic paintings. She couldn’t resist touching his face.
“Drive us to a hotel,” she instructed the driver.
Andrew was intoxicated, and she saw her chance. If he had been sober, he wouldn’t have set foot in her car! Courtney’s heartbeat quickened.
Once in the hotel room, she helped Andrew onto the bed. “Andrew, you’re too drunk. I’ll help you get cleaned up,” Courtney said as she began to unbutton his shirt. Gazing at his flawless, smooth skin, she swallowed nervously.
Suddenly, Andrew shoved her away so forcefully she tumbled to the floor. He grumbled, “Dirty!”
Courtney was momentarily taken aback. Andrew thought she was dirty? Feeling a sting of hurt, she said softly, “Andrew, I’m not dirty.” Andrew remained silent.
With a quiet resolve, Courtney said, “Then I’ll go take a shower.”
She stepped into the bathroom, letting the hot water wash over her. The thought of what might happen next filled her with thrilling anticipation. It was the longest shower she had ever taken. When she finally emerged, she found the room shrouded in darkness.
“Andrew?” she called out, puzzled.
As she fumbled in the darkness to find the light switch, a deep, husky voice murmured from the shadows, “Don’t switch on the lights.”
The voice sounded unusually raspy, with an off-putting quality. Courtney frowned and made her way to the bed, where she detected a familiar scent—the distinct, woody fragrance that was unmistakably Andrew’s.
As her hand brushed over his bare skin, she realized he had already undressed, revealing a physique that took her breath away. Her heart raced. “Andrew, why are you…”
Before she could finish, the man gently cupped her neck and kissed her deeply.
Her heart fluttered, and excitement surged through her. Tatiana had been right; men were indeed visual creatures. Courtney’s seductive outfit had clearly had its desired effect on Andrew.
She closed her eyes, savoring every moment. The night was a whirlwind of passion.
The next morning, when Courtney woke up, daylight streamed through the window. A quick check of her phone revealed it was already noon.
A satisfied smile spread across her face as she recalled the previous night’s excitement, feeling revitalized. She glanced around the room, only to find that Andrew was no longer there.
Huh? Where was he?
Courtney got up and began searching the hotel room, but there was no sign of him. Quickly, she recalled the events of the night before and decided to look online for tips on how to get pregnant in a single night. If she could conceive Andrew’s child, it wouldn’t matter if his interest waned later.
Finding some suggestions, Courtney followed them carefully.
As she was about to leave the hotel, a message from Tatiana pinged on her phone. Courtney smiled and dialed Tatiana’s number.
“Tatiana, thank you so much. I can’t believe your advice worked so well,” Courtney said gratefully.
“How did it go? Was it successful?” Tatiana asked.
“Yes, last night…” Courtney didn’t need to finish her sentence; her silence spoke volumes. Tatiana understood immediately and was taken aback. “You slept with him? I never thought Andrew would be so easily swayed. I’ve always said that a seductive outfit can make any man fall head over heels for you.”
“Tatiana, I’ve been too conservative before. If I can get pregnant from this chance, it would be incredible,” Courtney said.
“Absolutely. Then we could become sisters-in-law!” Tatiana replied warmly.
After their conversation, Tatiana ended the call. Her previously gentle demeanor faded, replaced by a look of disdain. She hadn’t expected Courtney to have won over Andrew so easily. Courtney didn’t deserve Andrew at all. But now, it was the perfect arrangement. With Isabella out of the picture, there were no more obstacles.
While time marched on, significant changes were unfolding within the Patton Group.
Many projects at the Patton Group’s Ansport branch had come to a halt, leaving Rowan buried under an avalanche of paperwork and complaints echoing throughout the company. Each day, Rowan felt like a hamster on a wheel, frantically scrambling to keep up.
Finally, Glenn returned to work. On his first day back, he received a lawyer’s letter—the Chapman Group was suing for design plagiarism. The issue quickly became a sensation online, with everyone talking about it.
The Patton Group’s most crucial project was their Ansport real estate venture. Now, with the Chapman Group’s public accusations and compelling evidence, including published designs, the Patton Group faced a severe crisis.
The news was explosive, leaving netizens in disbelief. The Patton Group had always been known for its stellar reputation, so no one anticipated they would be involved in something like this.
“The Patton Group actually plagiarized designs? How can such a massive corporation not have a single qualified architect on their team?”
“They have many architects, but do you really think those famous architects are the ones doing all the designing themselves? It is common for well-known figures to take credit for lesser-known architects’ work. I’ve been a victim of this myself. Someone used my designs to win an award, and I got nothing. So I’m supporting the Chapman Group—they wouldn’t sue without solid proof.”
“I agree. If the Chapman Group is making these claims, they must have plenty of evidence.”
“The Patton Group isn’t as great as they seem. Their senior executives are corrupt, and Glenn isn’t exactly a saint. He even refuses to give his brother a share of the company. Remember, the company wasn’t founded by him—it was his father.”
“Looks like the Patton family is pretty ruthless.”
“Don’t sympathize with the capitalists! I stand with Chapman Group!”
“Go Chapman Group! If those blueprints hadn’t been stolen, Chapman Group couldn’t have presented the same ones! I hope they win!”
“Wow, big changes might be on the way! Patton Group is the richest in Gemond!”
Many netizens rallied behind Chapman Group, convinced they wouldn’t have initiated a lawsuit without solid evidence. Meanwhile, numerous spectators were just there for the spectacle.
When the news broke, Patton Group’s stock prices took a nosedive. Glenn promptly called a high-level meeting.
With a stern expression, he surveyed the room. “Who accessed my safe while I was away?” His intimidating gaze made everyone uneasy.
Everyone denied it, shaking their heads. “We haven’t entered your office in your absence.”
“That’s right. It has nothing to do with us.”
Glenn’s assistant then turned to Rowan. “Mr. Patton, Rowan has been to your office.” All eyes darted to Rowan.
Rowan waved his hand immediately. “I only checked for any unresolved documents since you were away. I wanted to make sure nothing was overlooked. That’s all I did. Besides, what benefit would it bring me if Patton Group collapsed?”
His words were reasonable, and everyone looked away from him, but their anxiety remained.
Seeing that no one suspected him anymore, Rowan turned to Glenn. “Glenn, you bear significant responsibility for this mess. We understand you’re grieving the loss of your daughter, but how can you ignore your responsibilities at the company? Many depend on you for their livelihood. If you had been present, perhaps those confidential documents wouldn’t have been stolen so easily.”
The executives pursed their lips, somewhat agreeing with Rowan’s accusation.
Glenn responded with a deep, solemn voice, “I admit my mistakes, but now isn’t the time to dwell on them. Our priority must be to identify the traitor within the company!”
“The surveillance system was conveniently down recently,” one executive said, his tone tinged with irritation. “We can’t find out who accessed your office.”
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