Jacob then described how he fucked Abigail in his dreams, which disgusted the woman to the extreme. Taking the chance when the man was indulging in telling the story, Abigail reached out her fingers to her phone and randomly dialed a number. When the person at the other of the line answered the phone, the woman swiftly moved hers to her mouth, shouting, "Paul..."

Just then, Jacob grabbed the phone and hurled it out.

The cheap phone that had been used for several years instantly splintered apart.

...

George decided to follow Sophie's suggestion and asked Julia, his secretary, to send a couple of women to his apartment.

Julia was extremely efficient and had five women of various styles sent over in twenty minutes.

Though all of the women were pretty, their looks differed from pure, graceful, standoffish, cute to smart. Each one had her uniqueness and peculiarity.

George glanced at them as if they were items on a shelf and eventually fixed his eyes on the woman who was wearing a standoffish expression.

Julia instantly understood what her boss meant and asked those candidates who were not selected to leave with her. Those women shot glances at the lucky ones, and there were admiration, jealousy, and hatred in their eyes.

After the door was slammed shut, the standoffish woman tamped down her excitement, walked over to the man with a graceful step, and reached out her fingers to touch his sturdy chest. "Hi, Mr. Gates."

Staring at the woman with an emotionless expression on his face, George realized that she bore a resemblance to Tina. Therefore, he said, "Go on."

The woman rejoiced with wild excitement, gave up pretending to be coy, and threw herself into the man's arms, trying hard to please him.

Fifteen minutes had passed, but still, George did not make any move on the woman in return. Her palms had been soaked in sweat. Just as she was about to reach her hands out to the man's private parts and pressed her lips against his, he pushed her to one side.

At the same time, the man's cell phone rang.

With disgust in his eyes, George got up and picked the phone up. Before he could make a sound, a frightened female voice sounded from the other end of the line.

"Paul!"

Then, the call was ended.

George knew it was Abigail, who had shouted another man's name while calling him.

The man flew into a rage, threw a glance at the woman lying on the floor, took his jacket and car key, and stepped out of the room.

Julia was waiting outside. Upon seeing George get out in a short while, she was stunned.

"Chairman Gates?"

George did not explain anything but kept walking.

This place was just one of George's many properties.

After coming back to her senses, Julia jogged to keep up with George and opened the car door for him.

Soon, the vehicle appeared on the driveway towards the apartment where George lived at ordinary times.

Abigail's frightened shout was haunting George and upsetting his mind. With a slightly gloomy expression in his eyes, he asked, "Has Abigail taken her belongings away?"

Julia, who was sitting in the driver's seat, replied, "No. I've spoken to Miss White earlier today, and she said she'd take them by herself after work..."

George furrowed his brows slightly.

"And I've just talked to the security guard. He said that Miss White wasn't off duty yet. It's already quite late. I am afraid she won't take her stuff away tonight."

At the words, George furrowed his brows tightly, and a trace of panic flashed across his heart. Then, he commanded, "Let's go to the company right now."

Julia was stunned for a second. Noticing the gloomy expression on the man's face through the rearview mirror, she swiftly adjusted the direction.

...

In the break room.

The man rudely tore Abigail's blouse to reveal a part of her chest.

Abigail cried out in desperation. As men and women were inherently unequal in strength, she could not shake off Jacob.

Just as she was about to give it up, a muscular arm pulled Jacob off her and threw him away. Before she could figure out what was going on, she was held into a broad, warm chest.