Chapter 122

“I almost finished my drink; you can’t just take me away like this! If you want to leave, you have to sign a contract with us first!”

“Enough!” Reynaldo suddenly turned and yelled fiercely.

I trembled from his outburst. His eyes, filled with crimson and coldness, glared fiercely. Perhaps the alcohol was affecting me, but I wasn't afraid of his anger. My only fear was that he would renege on his investment in the Winston project.

I pulled his arm and said urgently, “We really can’t leave now. There are only three glasses of wine left. You have to watch me finish drinking, then fulfill your promise and sign the investment contract.”

Reynaldo smiled, then turned back, his tone chillingly frightening. He said, “Esmeralda, say it again.”

The strong alcohol numbed my nerves; I feared neither his anger nor his threats. My focus was singular: securing Reynaldo’s investment.

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I offered him a strained smile. “Mr. Humphrey, those were your words. I’ve already drunk so much; you can’t say it doesn’t count… um!”

Before I finished, he pressed me against the wall and kissed me fiercely, urgently, with evident punishment. It was invasive, nearly stealing my breath. I felt suffocated and could only dodge his kisses, which seemed to enrage him further.

He held my struggling hand, cradling the back of my head, kissing me even more fiercely. My lips were sore. Unable to dodge, I could only whimper in protest.

“Let her go!” A cold, mellow voice, sounding like Anton’s, cut through the air.

Reynaldo hesitated, releasing me and turning to look. I saw Anton standing nearby, a cigarette in one hand, his other in his pocket, coldly staring at Reynaldo.

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This was the first time I’d seen Anton look at someone with such cold eyes. He sneered at Reynaldo. “Mr. Humphrey wants to poach employees from my company without my consent?”

Reynaldo chuckled, pulling me into his arms. “I’m taking my own woman; no need to report to anyone.”

“Your woman? Have you asked her?” Anton approached with a light smile.

I suspected a prior disagreement between Anton and Reynaldo. Thinking Anton was here regarding the project investment, I tugged at Reynaldo’s shirt. “We really can’t leave now, Reynaldo. Let’s go back to the private room; they’re waiting.”

Reynaldo took a deep breath, seeming furious. Anton chuckled. “See? She doesn’t want to go with you. Is forcing her interesting?”

Reynaldo tightened his grip on my shoulder. I looked at him, confused, feeling dizzy and seeing double. Through the haze, Reynaldo's complexion remained cold, his beautiful eyebrows furrowed.

I wondered why he was so angry. Doesn’t he know that constant anger is bad for the body? I have OCD; I really wanted to smooth his eyebrows. On impulse, I did.

Under the influence of alcohol, I touched his eyebrows and eyes, saying, “Reynaldo, are you not angry anymore?”

He grabbed my wrist. His gaze was deep and heavy, even through my dizziness, it made my heart race.

After a moment, Reynaldo chuckled lightly at Anton. “Regardless of whether it’s meaningful or not, she is mine, and can only be mine. Moreover, after years of not seeing each other, you’re still the same, always coveting what doesn’t belong to you.”

What was Reynaldo saying? Did he know Anton for a long time?