Dear Sweetheart novel

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 272 Who Do You Think You Are

Curtis gazed at Rayna with his sharp eyes. “So you didn’t sign the contract because you want to

distance yourself from me?”

“No,” she answered.

“You don’t look sincere at all when you said that, Rayna.”

Knowing there was no winning against him in an argument, she wrapped her arms around his neck and

kissed him.

Alas, she tricked him with this little gimmick.

After the kiss ended, her lips appeared even more alluring. Slightly panting, she repeated, “This is Mr.

Xavier’s fault, okay? He was the one who forced me to sign the contract. Do you understand what I’m

saying?”

Curtis gently rubbed her lips and chuckled. “Who taught you these indecent techniques?”

“Are they indecent?” Rayna was stunned as she replied reflexively, “That doesn’t sound right. Kristie

told me ninety percent of all men love this technique the most and that the effect will be stronger if

perfume were applied…”

When she saw his amused look, she shut her mouth. Crap… This is so embarrassing! I can’t believe I

fell for his trap.

He gave the driver another address. Not long after, the car stopped in front of her residential area.

Then, she was sent out of the vehicle dumbfounded.

“Go home and rest well,” he uttered before shutting the door.

The car drove away just a second later.

As Rayna stared at the taxi’s taillight, she was still rooted to her spot with a puzzled look. He just…

left?

The cocktail reception was almost over when the clock struck ten.

During the whole night, Jasmine had been dealing with guests, so she didn’t know about the incident

that occurred in the sky garden. When she saw there weren’t many guests left in the living room, she

packed her things and was ready to leave.

“Ms. Sanders.” A middle-aged man suddenly approached her. He seemed slightly chubby because he

wasn’t tall.

She recognized him.

With a smile, she greeted, “Ah, Mr. Cook. I see you haven’t left yet. How about I get a car for you?”

“I’m not in a hurry to leave as I want to talk about that advertisement project with you, Ms. Sanders.”

Benjamin Cook grinned. His eager look kept circling around her body.

Jasmine remained collected with a smile. “Didn’t you say you found a better advertising company, Mr.

Cook?”

“In terms of the design, no company can do better than Sanders Group. You’re beautiful, and you have

vast connections, Ms. Sanders. So, in the end, I decided that I wanted to work with you.”

“Is that so?”

He nodded, leaned toward her, and whispered, “There are too many people here. I want to discuss this

matter with you in private, Ms. Sanders.”

Of course, Jasmine was aware of what Benjamin meant by that. Just as she was about to reject his

“offer” coldly, she unintentionally saw Theodore leaving a private room at the side with Jeremy.

A sharp look flashed past her pretty eyes before she promptly revealed an amicable smile at him. Not

only that, she proactively leaned closer to him. “Sure. Let me book a room, and we can have a chat

inside. Does that sound good to you?”

Benjamin felt heated when he inhaled her body fragrance. “I knew you would understand me, Ms.

Sanders!”

When the two of them left the banquet hall, he inappropriately touched her body.

Theodore’s expression turned frighteningly grim when he saw that.

“Seems like they’re heading upstairs.” Jeremy was intrigued. “But there are only rooms upstairs. Is Ms.

Sanders taking the guest to a room for a chat?”

Theodore shot him a cold glance. “What’s that got to do with you?”

“Look at the guy. He’s not even five foot seven. What an unpleasant sight of a man.” Jeremy shrugged.

“Ms. Sanders is such a beautiful woman. Any man would be moved by her beauty.”

Ignoring him, Theodore strode away.

When the duo arrived at the bottom floor, they saw a taxi thoughtfully waiting for them at the hotel

entrance.

Just as Jeremy was about to enter the vehicle, he turned back to face Theodore. “Are you really okay

with Ms. Sanders spending time with a man like him? You should know that, for some men, once they

get into the mood, they can do anything.”

The look in Theodore’s eyes darkened when he heard that. Daily new chapters upload Only On

Alaniniz(dot)com Then he turned his head back and looked at the hotel, feeling dejected. He cursed

under his breath, “D*mmit! What exactly do I owe her?”

Upon throwing the smoldering cigarette to the ground, he stomped on it. Without delay, he twirled

around and strode back into the hotel.

With a smile, Jeremy shook his head. “Why can’t he just say what he thinks?”

Jasmine had booked a room with the hotel. Just as she brought Benjamin into the room, he eagerly

locked the door.

She chuckled when she saw that. “Look at how eager you are, Mr. Cook.”

“How can I calm down when I have a great opportunity to ‘chat’ with a beauty like you, Ms. Sanders?”

Giggling, he dashed toward the bar, took out a bottle of red wine, and popped it open.

As Jasmine mumbled about how she was feeling tired, she strolled into the bedroom.

Once inside, she covertly left the room and saw Benjamin removing something from his pocket. He

threw a pill into his mouth before throwing another into the red wine bottle. As he did that, he kept

licking his lips and smiling sinisterly.

It gave her goosebumps when she saw that. How disgusting! Does Mr. Cook think he’s outstanding just

because he has a listed company? He intentionally refused to collaborate with Sanders Group in the

past, yet now he’s trying to play hard to get! If I didn’t see Theodore earlier, I would’ve felt too disgusted

to look at him even a second longer!

Soon, Benjamin brought the two glasses of red wine into the bedroom. He felt as though his body was

on fire and licked his lips when he saw Jasmine’s fair, slender legs as she lay on the couch.

When he arrived next to her, he handed a glass of red wine to her. “Have some wine, Ms. Sanders.”

“Thank you.” As she pursed her lips into a smile, she grabbed the glass. However, she didn’t drink it,

even after he emptied his glass.

Then, Jasmine placed the glass on the coffee table. “I don’t feel so good right now. I don’t want to

drink.”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to drink.” Benjamin’s voice was gentle, but he was gazing at her like a wolf.

The door’s locked. While I may be a bit short, I still have the strength of a man. Besides, now that I’ve

swallowed the drug, even if Jasmine doesn’t drink her wine, I can still subdue her all the same! Licking

his lips, he leaned closer to her. “About that advertisement. I’ll pay for the cost, but you still get to enjoy

fifty percent of the profits. What do you think?”

She appeared shocked. “Are you saying you’re going to put Sanders Group in charge of the

advertisement planning, pay for it, and when the profits for the perfume roll in, you’re going to split fifty

percent with Sanders Group?”

“That’s what I meant.” Benjamin grinned with narrowed eyes and touched Jasmine’s hand. “I admire

your capabilities, so I want to establish a long-term collaboration with Sanders Group. Thus, we’re

going to share what we earn equally.”

“That doesn’t sound too good.” Biting her lip, she removed her hand away from his. “The outside world

will no doubt speculate about our relationship. What if your wife comes knocking on my door and

claims that I have seduced you?”

“I call the shots in my family. She won’t even look left if I tell her not to.” He could feel his body burning

up due to the effects of the drug. “As long as you can comfort me, I’ll give you anything.”

Licking his lips, he pounced toward her.

Jasmine speedily stood to the side and smiled. “Are you drunk, Mr. Cook?”

“I am drunk. I want you, darling.” Again, Benjamin licked his lips while looking very wretched. Just as he

tried to get up from the couch, she stepped on his body.

Her high heels were directly pressing on his crotch.

A chill ran down his spine as he shrieked in pain. His body was convulsing, and he felt as though

someone had severed his limb tendons. He couldn’t muster any strength at all.

Staring down at him, Jasmine smirked.

“How dare you play hard to get with me when your company’s garbage?” She slapped him again and

again. “Do you think I’m a gullible little girl?”

Glaring at her, Benjamin stuttered, “Y-You…”

“Do you really think you deserve to sleep with me?” She stepped on him even harder with a sneer. “You

should look at yourself in the mirror and see just how ugly you are! You can’t even be compared to a

strand of hair on my man’s head!”