He took her to the sofa, settled her on his lap, hugged her tightly, and said with a smile, "Go ahead."

Gwenda felt extremely uncomfortable in such an intimate position. She shifted uneasily.

"Don't move!"

Olivier's large hand pressed against her waist. Through her thin clothing, he felt her body heat. "Be careful not to cause trouble for yourself."

Gwenda froze, instantly still.

Seeing her reaction, Olivier chuckled and patted her head affectionately. "If you have something to say, say it now."

Gwenda composed herself. "I need a favor. It's…difficult, but only you can help."

"What is it?"

Olivier played with her hair, asking casually.

"I need you to help me get a cup from Dax Morel, the second son of the Morel family, who owns the Morel Group."

Gwenda produced her phone, showing him a picture. "This is the cup."

Olivier glanced at the photo. "Did you break someone's cup?"

He'd guessed the situation with just a few words and a picture. Gwenda was amazed by his perceptiveness.

"I didn't break it. An artist working for me broke another artist's limited-edition cup on set today. It's incredibly expensive—only ten exist worldwide. Besides the artist, only Dax Morel in this country owns one."

Gwenda looked at Olivier intently. "You know Mr. Morel. Would you speak to him about getting his cup?"

Olivier studied the photo, silent for a moment.

Gwenda asked cautiously, "Is it too much trouble? If so, I'll find another way."

"It's fine."

He returned her phone, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "But what's my reward?"

Gwenda saw a different expression in his eyes. Slightly stunned, she asked, "What kind of reward?"

"About that…" Olivier's lips brushed against her ear. His warm breath and low, husky voice sent shivers down her spine. "Let's see what kind of reward you can offer."

Goosebumps erupted across Gwenda's body. His voice seemed to resonate directly in her brain, numbing her back. She tensed.

Seeing her serious expression, Olivier chuckled, pinching her chin and raising his eyebrows. "Don't be nervous. I'm not asking for anything inappropriate."

Gwenda blushed. "Then what do you want?"

"I'm on a business trip tomorrow. Are you free?" He gently rubbed her chin with his calloused fingers, his voice low and smooth.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Gwenda asked.

Olivier nodded. "Yes, we're going abroad for a project. I can take you along for some fun."

"Can I say I'm too busy?" Gwenda pouted.

Olivier's lips curled up. "I recall you owe me a favor. How about repaying that, along with this? What do you think?"

Gwenda considered this.

"Just two days, and I'll get you the cup upon our return."

"But I need the cup in three days."

Olivier raised an eyebrow. "Fine, I'll get it now."

"Now?" Gwenda was astonished.

"I'll get you anything you want." His deep, phoenix eyes held her gaze, his voice deeply seductive.

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