An Understated Dominance - Chapter 60

After struggling to get away from him, Dahlia’s face turned bright red. Sweat trickled down her body, and her piercing gaze seemed ready to shoot daggers at Dustin.

“Didn’t he just put ointment on her? Why was she looking so embarrassed?”

“Have you seen enough? Just get out!” she yelled, pulling the blanket up to cover herself.

Dustin couldn’t help but notice her slender waist and curvy hips.

“Just use this ointment for three to five days, and your scars will fade,” he said plainly. He set the ointment down and left the room, feeling a bit awkward.

About ten minutes later, Dahlia came out fully dressed. She looked completely different now—calm and collected, not the angry, embarrassed woman from earlier.

It was as if nothing had happened.

“Can I borrow your phone? I need to make a call,” she said, striding over to him while he was sipping chicken soup, her hand outstretched.

He quietly handed her the phone without a second thought.

“What’s your lock screen password?” she asked.

“Your birthday,” he replied, still focused on his soup.

Her eyes widened for a moment, and a small smile appeared at the corner of her lips before quickly fading.

“Hmph!” she pouted, pretending to be annoyed.

After unlocking his phone, the first call she made was to her family to let them know she was okay. Next, she dialed Lyra’s number.

“It’s so nice to hear from you again, Ms. Nicholson! Where have you been for the past two days? I was worried there weren’t any updates!” Lyra said, sounding anxious.

“Something came up, so I had to put a few things on hold. How’s everything going at the company now?” Dahlia asked.

“The new company just opened, and things are…

“Everything is going well, and with the support of the Harmon family, we’re in a good place. But unfortunately, the Jackson Group has run into some trouble over the past two days,” Lyra said.

“What kind of trouble?” she asked, feeling a bit anxious.

“We’re having difficulty getting our funds back because several partners haven’t paid their share yet. This means the company can’t break even. Luckily, you still have that reserve fund of $80 million, which could save us,” Lyra chuckled.

“Reserve funds?” she repeated, frowning. “I’m afraid that money is gone,” she confessed.

“Gone? What do you mean gone?” Lyra exclaimed.

“I trusted the wrong person. I was tricked by Chris,” she admitted, speaking honestly.

She then quickly explained what had happened.

When she finished her story, Lyra was furious. “That guy Chris is unbelievable! How could he cheat us when we trusted him? We need to get him arrested right away!”

“There’s no point. He’s probably left the country by now,” she sighed softly.

“What should we do now, Ms. Nicholson? The company has no cash, so it’ll be tough to keep things running,” Lyra asked.

“I’ll figure something out…” she replied, trailing off.

“Oh, wait! We still have the Harmons. Since we’re partners, they might be able to help us if you call them,” Lyra suggested quickly.

“The Harmons?” she said, furrowing her brows.

She would have considered that option if she hadn’t heard about Natasha. Now, asking for help felt impossible.

Dahlia had her pride as a woman, too, and she absolutely didn’t want to rely on anyone else.

Dahlia stood her ground against Natasha Harmon. “I’ll handle this. You can focus on other things now,” she said, wrapping up her call with her secretary.

Dustin looked up from his meal. “What’s going on with the company?”

“Take me to Eastern River Bank. I have something to do there,” she replied, not offering any further explanation.

“Your wish is my command,” he said with a nod, quickly finishing his soup before driving them both to the bank.

When they arrived, Dahlia was quickly shown into a private office. Dustin was told to wait outside.

Inside, she found Mr. Chansey, a balding man with a large head and big ears, who perked up as he saw her. “Oh? Isn’t this Ms. Nicholson from the Jackson Group? What brings you here today?” he asked.

“Mr. Chansey, my company is having some cash flow issues, and we need a loan with the same interest rate as before,” she explained clearly.

“A loan? How much are you looking for?” he asked, stroking his chin and eyeing her.

“80 million dollars,” she replied without hesitation.

“That’s a lot of money,” he responded, feigning concern.

“This isn’t our first time working together, Mr. Chansey. You know my company’s reputation,” she shot back.

“It’s not just about that anymore; it’s about my mood, Ms. Nicholson,” he said slowly.

“What do you mean?” she asked, confused.

“I’ll be direct. I’ve had my eye on you for a while, and I’m suggesting that if you spend one night with me, we can work something out.”

“Whether it’s 80 million or 300 million dollars, I’ll lend all of it to you!” he said with a smirk.

“Do you even realize what you’re suggesting, Mr. Chansey?” she shot back, her eyebrows knitting together in disbelief.

“I know exactly what I’m saying. Your company is in trouble and needs money fast. I don’t think you can get through this without my help,” he replied, clearly enjoying her discomfort.

“Are you threatening me?” she asked, her expression darkening.

“Not a threat, just a business deal. You want my money, and I want you for one night. If you please me, I’ll give you the funds. It’s a win-win situation for both of us,” he said, spreading his arms wide.

“You’re completely shameless!” she exclaimed, rising from her seat in frustration.

“You’d better stay right there!” he shouted, his voice rising. “The moment you walk out of my office, I’ll make sure to blacklist you! Good luck finding another bank in Stonia to lend you money after that! You should listen to me if you know what’s best for you!”

“I refuse to make such a disgusting deal with you, even if I’m low on cash! Just looking at your ugly face makes me want to throw up!” she retorted coldly.

“What did you just say to me?!” he yelled, clearly enraged. He stood up, his anger boiling over. “For a married woman, you sure act like a virgin! You should be thankful I even noticed you! How dare you reject me! I could make you go bankrupt with one phone call!”

“You? Bankrupt me? I’d love to see you try,” she scoffed, showing no fear.

“Fine! Since you’re so…”

“You’re so sure of yourself, but don’t blame me if I have a few tricks up my sleeve! When the time comes, you’ll be begging!” he shouted.

“Go to hell!” she shot back, furious.

In her anger, she threw a cup of hot coffee right at his face.

It burned him, causing him to scream and his face turned bright red.

At that moment, he looked just like a pig roasting on a spit.