Chapter 486

Chapter 486

She saw with her own eyes that Nash had even dared to hit Kai

Watson.

Clarke might be the vice president of Innovate Collective, but

compared to Kai, he was nothing significant.

Nash said with a smile, “The more you pay attention to such trash,

the more spirited they become… He suffered a loss today and could

only find satisfaction in his words.”

Hera pouted. “But the insults he hurled at you were really nasty!”

Nash laughed off the comment. “I didn’t actually get hurt from his

insults, did I? I even managed to hurt his face. He’s the one who lost.”

Hera thought of what Nash had said to ridicule Clarke just now and

grinned. “You’re pretty good with your words, aren’t you? It’s my first-

time seeing you like that. He was quite upset just now!”

Nash chuckled meaningfully. “My mouth’s much more capable of

something other than talking. Do you want to try it out tonight?”

“Why not now?”

Hera looked at Nash’s slender lips and pressed her own against them

directly.

The group of security guards watched on, dumbstruck by this.

The security manager started chasing them away like flies. “Go on, go… Get back to what you were doing…”

The secretary turned her head away as well.

She truly envied these passionate couples, and even more so those who could express their love so freely.

She wondered when she would say goodbye to her single life.

She had not even had her first kiss yet!

Nash embraced Hera, and they kissed obliviously as their bodies were pressed tightly together. Things grew hotter by the second.

It was only when Hera sensed something awry that she pushed Nash away. Her face was flushed as she scolded with feigned anger, “You

bad boy… What are you thinking?”

Nash showed an embarrassed smile. “Isn’t this a normal reaction for

a man?”

With her face and ears red, Hera lowered her head. “I need to get busy

now. Didn’t you get a job at Universal Group? Hurry over!”

Nash slapped his forehead after hearing Hera’s reminder. “How could I have forgotten that? I’m going off right now!”

He had promised Fabian the day before. He could not just go back on

his word.

Fabian was still overseeing the overall matters at Universal Group.

Hera escorted Nash to the elevator, wiped the lipstick from the corner

of his mouth, and handed him her car keys. “Take my car!”.

Nash accepted the keys, gave Hera a fierce kiss on the lips, and then

calmly stepped into the elevator.

Passing office workers covered their mouths and giggled.

Héra glared at Nash somewhat angrily.

However, Nash had already closed the elevator door with a grin.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, he found Hera’s Maserati and settled

into the driver’s seat.

Just as he started the engine, three familiar figures approached the

car.

Clarke tapped on the window.

Nash rolled down the window, frowning. “What do you want?”

Clarke sized up the Maserati and asked his companion, “Is this Hera Lewis’ car?”

“Yes, Mr. Camp,” the person beside him responded with a sneer.

A smirk crept up Clarke’s face. “So, you got your position as the guard dog by being a kept man as well, huh?”

Nash’s face showed slight embarrassment. “You could see that too,

huh?”

Clarke laughed heartily. “I thought you were somewhat more capa

but you’re just a freeloader as well, aren’t you?”

Nash’s face showed a mischievous smile. “Oh, so you’re also

admitting that you got to your position by climbing onto some 40-year

-old lady?”

Clarke’s smile visibly stiffened, and his two companions looked at

They had thought the young man was just joking to smear Clarke’s

name.

Yet earlier, Clarke had said the words ‘as well.

Could it be that Mr. Camp had really risen to his position through the president?

“Mr. Camp, shouldn’t you still be a little more choosy when picking

who you’re living off? I get to embrace a woman as beautiful as a

flower every day, sleep with her, and have pocket money to spend. I’m willing to be kept for a lifetime.

“Can you sleep peacefully while hugging a 40-year-old cougar? You don’t have mommy issues, do you?”

Nash became more enthusiastic as he talked, even starting to bring

relatives into the conversation.

Clarke’s face was already utterly flushed with anger.

He would have attacked if it were someone else by now.

Yet the man in front of him was a martial artist, and his strength far

exceeded Clarke’s.

Engaging him in a fight would only lead to loss.

However, that did not matter. His uncle was a grandmaster, after all.