Chapter 81
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When he arrived, he didn't knock on the door but pushed straight in. Less than two steps away from him was a woman wearing a transparent nightgown lying on her side on the bed.
'You're here, are you satisfied with the wedding gift I gave you?"
Donatella pulled her leg up, causing her thin dress to ride up. Something bright red caught Dalziel's eyes, but he deliberately ignored it. Instead of going to bed to enjoy the delicious food laid out in front of him, he went to the sofa, sat down, poured a glass of wine, and took a sip.
He loosened his tie and asked: "Where is the contract?"
"What's your hurry? Have some fun and then I'll give it to you. If the contract is still there, it won't fly away."
Donatella shows off her charm, attracting Dalziel's eyes.
He looked at her body, his eyes burning with desire. He without any politeness, walked to the bed.
The two bodies briefly touched each other, the moans mixed with the sound of breathing filled the room with the scent of love.
An hour later, Dalziel was done. Donatella lay on top of him, using the tip of her tongue to tease his throat: "Dalziel, between me and Winifred, who is better?"
'Huh."
Dalziel snorted softly in his throat and then he pushed her aside: 'Where is the contract?"
"Bad men are the kind of men who abandon others after eating without wiping their mouths."
Donatella felt a bit frustrated.
'I don't have time, quickly give me the contract."
Dalziel said somewhat coldly. Donatella clearly understood Dalziel's personality. She didn't joke around anymore and said leisurely: 'In the second compartment, Dalziel you have to give me a big reward this time. In the end, that old man was more difficult to deal with than I thought. I had to ask a sister for help so I had to give her half."
'Don't say much, just give a number."
According to her, Dalziel took out a contract, saw the red stamp with the signature at the bottom of the page, and was temporarily satisfied.
'Doubling the original number is fine."
Donatella curled her lips.
'Okay, I will ask the secretary to transfer the money to you."
Dalziel got the contract not to stay long so quickly got out of bed and dressed.
"Can't you stay a little longer? Let's do this one last time. I can't stand being abandoned like that."
Donatella still seems unsatisfied.
'Just in moderation, don't let me hear your name again tomorrow."Dalziel's voice could not hide the warning.
'I know, Dalziel is cold and heartless, I hope Winifred doesn't regret marrying you."
Donatella didn't seem to say anything, she knew Winifred was just a pawn for Dalziel to retake the Drkov corporation and Drkov's house, but she was smarter than Winifred, and before being used, she made a deal with him.
Now that she had what she wanted, whether Dalziel would get the Drkov corporation or not in the future was no longer something she cared about.
Dalziel did not pay attention to Donatella's words and immediately left the room that still had the aftertaste of love.
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At night, Atlas's room is still lit. Because Daisy has to submit her manuscript tomorrow, she has to rearrange the paintings today, so she sleeps a little late. She was so busy that she forgot about the man in front of her. Atlas looked at her attentively. These past few days, he had been watching her write and draw. What surprised him was that every picture she drew was very vivid. The important thing was that the person she drew was him.
Atlas was currently holding a picture of him sitting cross-legged on a throne, his demeanor majestic. This picture reminded him of himself when he was still able to walk. At that time, he was truly ruthless. In the business world, there were only interests. He had never been lenient with his opponents. There were quite a few people he had defeated. At that time, they couldn't help but both respect and fear him.
However, since he became disabled, those people used this to mock him. That respect had been completely replaced by joy and sarcasm.
Thinking back to himself then and now, he couldn't help but lower his head and look down at his feet. Could he just sit in this wheelchair for the rest of his life and let everyone look down on him? Every time he looked at these legs, Atlas's mood immediately changed, becoming gloomy and cold. The cozy room was also reduced by a few degrees by his cold breath. Daisy finished folding the last piece of drawing paper, feeling a shiver, she couldn't help but look at the opposite side, seeing his whole body covered in dark clouds, she couldn't help but be surprised.
What's going on, why did this man suddenly change his expression? "Atlas, Atlas..."
She called him two or three times but he didn't respond.
Daisy saw his body tremble, she was stunned for a moment then quickly stood up, walked around the table, and went to his side. "Atlas"
Daisy held his shoulder tightly and called softly, her voice couldn't help but be worried, his appearance was really scary, why did he suddenly become like this?
Atlas was immersed in the past but was awakened by Daisy, when he looked at her, he saw the worry in her eyes, how long had it been since he felt someone's worry?
Daisy saw him finally look at her, and she gently asked: "Atlas, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just feel that I'm useless."
Atlas couldn't help but laugh at himself.
"Hafiz, how can you say that, where are you useless, tell me?"
Daisy pulled a chair and sat down next to him, this man started to feel inferior again.
