âYouâre very right. In fact, your effort is obvious in the piece of evidence which I have in my hands.â Christopher smiled nonchalantly and continued, âBut you need to be eligible to participate in the competition. If the rumor about you framing your senior reaches out to the public, do you think you can survive in the art industry?â
Crystalâs expression changed drastically. After taking a deep breath to calm down, she pulled down her low-cut dress slightly and exposed breast cleavage. She sashayed over to him and planted herself on his lap.
Christopher had no choice but to wrap his hand around her tiny waist so she wouldnât fall. With a sexy smile, she raised her hands to touch his face, but he immediately grabbed her wrist. She then took advantage and pulled the back of his hands on her cheek. She made flirtatious eye contact with him.
âChristopher, is there something else I can do for you? I really canât agree to this. Please. You see, Iâve worked so hard for the spot in the competition. Iâm sure you wonât take it away from a weak girl like me?â she pleaded with her hand on his chest.
My heart was racing. At that moment, I vowed to leave him if he ever touched Crystal, who was the reason for my miserable life.
Anyway, why would he want her spot in the competition? Does he have an artist friend?
While I was battling my inner anxiety, Christopher shoved her to the ground. She let out a muffled groan as tears formed in her eyes.
He took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands and outfit. After he had done, he threw it into the trash can.
It infuriated Crystal. She got up onto her feet and bellowed, âWhat on earth do you want from me?â Her seduction had failed. âI canât just give you the qualifying ticket. Only the notabilities can join the competition. If your friend is an unknown artist, they wonât even let him enter the exhibition. Are you still insisting on it?â
Crystalâs words hit him. Sheâs right. I have to change the condition. âAlright, then. Iâll sell the information to the reporters. I bet I can make a great deal from it.â
She burst into tears. âPlease. You donât have to do this. What did I do to deserve this?â
Christopher watched her pretty face, soaked with tears. After a long while, he suddenly slammed his hand on the table and said, âOh, yeah! Thereâs something else you can do for me.â
âWhat is it?â
âI want you to make Lyle divorce Yvonne divorce within two weeks,â he drawled.
For a few minutes, Crystal stood in stunned silence. âIâve been trying, but Lyle canât decide between me and her,â she said through gritted teeth.
âI donât care. If you canât do it, Iâll pass the evidence to Sabrina. She is interested in you, after all.â
Her face was distorted with rage. âFine, Iâll do it. But first, hand over the video.â
âSure!â Christopher sent the file to her and deleted his copy. âI hope you donât fail me. You donât want to test me.â
âI wonât!â When I saw Crystal turned around, I immediately hid behind the menu. Just as she was about to leave, she asked him, âBy the way, why are you doing this?â