Alyssa took a cab and went straight to the AD Group after the plane landed. In the cab, she held the contract tightly, fidgeting. She didn’t have a clue how to convince them to sign a new contract. It meant they would have to give up a huge profit of ninety million. That would sound crazy for businessmen.

Luckily, her English was good.

When she arrived at AD Group’s office, she told the receptionist that she wanted to meet their CEO. Not surprising at all, she was rejected.

She produced her employee’s card to the receptionist and showed her the contract, claiming that she was a business partner from China. This time the receptionist called the CEO’s assistant. Anyway, in the end, she was let in.

The CEO’s assistant led Alyssa to the CEO’s office. When she walked in, she saw a handsome oriental man sitting at the desk. On the couch were some well-dressed middle-aged men. A potbellied man was respectfully lighting a cigarette for the man behind the desk.

All of a sudden, it felt very awkward. Alyssa started sweating. She waited, but the man in the chair never looked up. She was so nervous she couldn’t feel her legs. Nor could she summon up enough courage to say anything.

But she had to. She had come so far for a reason. She pressed her lips and tried her best to hide her nervousness. With a forced smile, she began in Chinese, “Excuse me, are you Chinese?”

The man raised his head and gave her a careless glance. Then without a word, he returned to what he was doing.

Alyssa decided to try again. This time she spoke English. “I’m sorry, mister. I’m with JK Group. I’d like to talk with you about the contract. There’s a big mistake. I hope we can sign a new one.”

When she finished speaking, the man at the desk smiled. Yet, the other men laughed out loud. “You are kidding, right? Sign a new one? You think we are idiots?

Who would give up such a huge profit?” a man sitting on the couch taunted.

Alyssa lowered her eyes on the floor. Her eyes were swollen. She looked haggard.

“It was my mistake. I could never make up the difference.

What do I have to do to convince you to agree to my request?”

She cut to the chase.

The boss fiddled with his lighter. He focused on the flames, as if they were interesting. Without looking at her, he asked in an arrogant tone, “What does a woman usually do when she begs a man?”

He wore a sinister smile. His gaze now landed on her chest.

“Sleeping with him,”

she said calmly.

Terrel raised his brow in surprise. He hadn’t expected her to be so frank and calm.

“But I don’t think you will sign the contract with me even if I sleep with you.”

Those businessmen could sleep with countless women with ninety million. And now they are going to give up that amount of money after sleeping with her? She didn’t think so. They would only think of it as consensual sex. Nothing more.

“Bingo!

I have to admit that you are not ugly. Your figure is not so great. 900 thousand maybe, but ninety million? Come on, with that sum of money, I could have slept with a supermodel.”

He laughed, as if he was only talking about a transaction and women were only commodities providing pleasure for him.

Alyssa gnawed at her lower lip. The brightness in her eyes was being replaced by despair and sadness.

She was sad, not because she couldn’t repay the ninety million, but because of the fact that sometimes a person could be so cruel to another person. How much did Pamela hate her so that she would do something like this to turn her world upside down?

She wiped the tears off her face with her hand. “I’m sorry for bothering you. Thank you for your time.”

Even though she was desperate, she was still grateful.

She left the building. Standing at the entrance, she looked up at the sun. The glare was so harsh her tears came out again. She gripped the file envelope tight as if she was trying to crush it. If she was going down, she would take Pamela with her.

She sat at the fountain in front of the office building, in a daze. But her mind was blank. She was perfectionist. She couldn’t stand such a huge mistake in her life.

In his cool sunglasses, Neville Ling drove into the underground parking lot of AD Group. When he headed for the entrance of the office, he glimpsed a familiar figure. He took off his sunglasses to get a better look, but the person got into a cab.

He went straight to Terrel’s office and asked anxiously, “Was this woman in your office just now?”

He unlocked his phone and showed Terrel the picture he used as his screensaver.

“Oh, her?

She just left.”

“So, she is really here. She has come to America,” Neville muttered.

He turned abruptly and made his way to the door. He stopped at the door and returned. “Why did she come to see you?” he wondered.

Terrel told him about the contract and everything that had happened in his office.

Neville knew Alyssa well, even better than Basil did.

Alyssa could be ruthless. True. But she wouldn’t have made such a stupid mistake with the sum of the money in the contract.

“She probably is on her way to the airport. Send someone to stop her and then sign a new contract with her,”

Neville ordered, standing in front of Terrel’s desk.

“Why should I?”

Terrel snorted. He was always the one taking advantage of others. No one could take advantage of him.

“Because she is the woman I’ve loved for five years!

Because I’ll do anything for her! Because you’re my brother!” Neville said.

Terrel sneered wickedly. “Really? You’ll do anything for her? Here! Shoot yourself in the mouth!”

He opened a drawer and took out an exquisite gun.

“I’m serious. Please. Help her. Now she needs my help. If I didn’t help her, I would never forgive myself.”

The serious look on Neville’s face intrigued Terrel. They were half-brothers. Neville had been in USA for two years, but he had never dated anyone. Terrel had once wondered whether he liked boys or girls. Now he claimed that he had loved this woman for five years. It surprised Terrel as much as if he found out that he were gay.