As night fell, neon lights flashed.
Chelsea Jeffrey stood outside the door of the presidential suite of the only six-star hotel in B City. After taking a few deep breaths, she knocked on the door.
She was nervous.
But at the thought of the pregnancy report in her bag, she was emboldened suddenly.
With a soft sound, the door opened. An enchanting woman with seductive makeup appeared in front of Chelsea. When she saw Chelsea, she raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "Miss, I think you knocked on the wrong door."
Chelsea paused and checked the room number on the door. She seemed to have thought of something and then directly walked around the woman into the room without a word.
Obviously, the woman didn't expect her to be like this. She was dazed for a moment and then said in a sharp voice, "Hey, what are you doing? You..."
Chelsea ignored her and walked into the room. Then she saw the man sitting on the leather sofa with a glass of wine in his hand.
He didn't seem surprised to see Chelsea. His dark eyes narrowed, and then he sneered and asked softly, "Miss Jeffrey, what brings you here?"
The collars of his shirt were slightly open, revealing his collarbone, which was stained with lipstick.
Chelsea was not a fool. She immediately guessed what he had just done, and her heart sank.
After a while, she said, "James, I need to talk to you."
"Mr. Zerger..." A coquettish voice interrupted them. The woman who had just opened the door walked over. She glared at Chelsea, threw herself into James's arms, and said, "Who is this uneducated woman? She just broke in without saying a word."
James Zerger looked up at Chelsea's sullen face, put the glass aside, and turned to gently pat the woman's cheek, saying in a indulgent voice, "This is the daughter of the owner of the FJ Group. You'd better be polite."
The woman curled her red lips and said disdainfully, "Didn't the FJ Group go bankrupt?"
After that, she raised her delicate eyebrows, glanced up and down at Chelsea, and said, "But she looks so ordinary. Mr. Zerger, you really know how to joke."
Chelsea froze and felt a chill in her bones. She bit her lips and said word by word, "James, I need to talk to you."
Her voice trembled. James glanced at her and said disapprovingly, "Since you have something to say, why don't you talk here?"
Chelsea hesitated, glancing at the woman in his arms, and said coldly, "I don't want a stranger to be here."
"A stranger?" James laughed and leaned against the cushion, his long legs casually crossed, shaking the glass, as if he recalled something and then made a knowing expression.
"Miss Jeffrey, did you think you have become my wife after you climbed into my bed with your father's help? Well, don't flatter yourself. I have slept with so many women. Who do you think you are?"
"I..." The blood drained from Chelsea's face. She opened her mouth but failed to say anything, and James just stared expressionlessly at her.
Soon, the slight pain in her belly woke her up. Chelsea took a deep breath and seriously said, "I'm pregnant with your baby, James."
The spacious presidential suite fell silent, but soon, James smiled sarcastically, "Really?"
Chelsea was bemused.
James pushed the woman in his arms away, stood up to walk towards Chelsea, and grabbed her chin to force her to look up at him.
"Last time, you offered yourself to me because you wanted me to lend 300 million dollars to the FJ Group for cash flow. Then what about this time? How much do you want to get rid of this bastard?"
Chelsea looked at James in disbelief. The word "Bastard" was like a sharp blade, piercing her heart fiercely, making her shiver with pain.
Frowning, she pushed him away and gritted her teeth, "James, what do you mean?"
James raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Miss Jeffrey, you and your father's tricks are indeed disgusting. You said the baby is mine? But I remember that you are very close to the young master of the Zody family after sleeping with me. And before coming here, you were with him, weren't you?"
James was from a noble family, well-cultured. Now that he could say such harsh words, Chelsea felt he must hate herself to the bone.
Her hands clenched and then unclenched. After a while, Chelsea said in a low voice, "James, you're right. Maybe it is not yours, but it's a threat to you anyway. How about this? Give me the development project, SCBL."
James raised his eyebrows.
Chelsea added, "As long as you give that project to the FJ Group, neither I nor the baby will ever appear in front of you. What do you think? This deal is not bad, right?"
James' face turned livid. He examined her as if he wanted to see through her. And after a long silence, he sneered.
"That sounds great! This is indeed a good deal. Tomorrow morning, someone will bring the contract to the FJ Group."
James didn't want to talk to her anymore. He pulled the woman who had been watching the fun into his arms, sat back on the sofa, and said coldly, "Well, Miss Jeffrey, you can leave now. You've wasted much of my time."
Chelsea left in a daze. By the time she recovered from her absent-mindedness, she was already standing in the square outside the hotel.
People were coming and going around. A young mother walked past her with a child in her arms. The child asked her mother curiously, "Mom, why is that lady crying?"
"Maybe she got sands in her eyes."
Chelsea touched her cheek, found it wet, and paused. She then took out the pregnancy report and a pink envelope from her bag.
Everyone thought that she hooked up with James because the FJ Group faced bankruptcy and needed the help of the Zerger Group.
But only she knew that it was just an excuse with selfish intentions.
She liked James. No one in the world except herself knew that she had fallen in love with him since she first met him in the backyard of the villa of the Zerger family when she was 12 years old.
It took her ten years to get close to him.
But in the end, he just felt she was disgusting.
Chelsea caressed her aching belly as if saying to the baby and herself, "Everything will be fine. I will protect you no matter what happens."
The music fountain in the distance rang. Chelsea walked to the trash bin and threw the things in her hands into it.
Then she walked away.
A young boy, skateboarding in the square, walked to the trash bin with the empty bottle. He accidentally saw the pink envelope and took it out curiously.
A moment later, as if he had discovered something interesting, he called his friends in the distance in surprise, "Come here, I found a love letter."
James stood at the entrance of the hotel, waiting for his car. Not far away, the teenagers were chattering and joking. He frowned and wanted to ask the security guard to scold them.
But someone among them suddenly shouted, "Do you think Chelsea and James got together in the end?"
"Of course not. Otherwise, this love letter wouldn't be in the trash bin."
"It seems this Chelsea likes James very much."
The young boy's voice was energetic and loud, echoing in the empty square. James was a little astonished for a moment and intended to ask who they were talking about, but the driver had stopped the car in front of him.
After a moment, he laughed at himself, opened the door, and got in.
(How could Chelsea like me?)