Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 188: Raul was speechless. Why did his boss always make him do the dirty work? That was by all standards not right! He wasn't Milton's butler or nanny; he was Milton's childhood friend. He had to deal with the aftermath of many situations and rarely enjoyed the rewards of good outcomes. A sense of injustice weighed heavily on him. Candice had exited Watery Aroma and was making her way through the parking lot toward the gate. Some hooligans poured out from the far end of the parking lot as she walked. The group consisted of about a dozen people.

All were dressed casually, and several had their hair dyed various colors. These young men were clearly troublemakers. "Hi there, babe. Someone requested that we teach you a lesson," said the leader, a pudgy man with a bald head. The large knife in his hand and his nasty grin made everyone uneasy. "Poor thing! You're stunning. Just give me the phone and the contract now. If you don't, there's no telling how badly you'll end up!" Candice narrowed her eyes. She had made a big mistake assuming Grady would be easy to handle. She couldn't believe he had assembled such a squad so quickly.

He was planning to seize the evidence from her. At that moment, Milton appeared behind her. He smirked and said to Candice, "Now you know why I'm here. Even though you weren't bullied in the box room, what will you do when you face so many powerful men now? You have the training and experience of a lawyer. How could you act without thinking it through? You could hire someone to gather whatever evidence you need or consider other options. There's no need to take such a big risk on your own.

Is it really worth selling your body just to get proof?" Candice, her gorgeous eyes blazing, replied, "Choose your words wisely! At what point did I sell my body?" Milton's face flushed at the mention. "There was no real distinction between you and a naked person when you were wearing those clothes. You dressed that way to attract male attention. Isn't that basically selling your body? I myself came close to-" Feel inspired by ga ln o vels . com Milton stopped mid-sentence and didn't continue.

Even a level-headed, self-controlled man like him had come dangerously close to losing control twice-once in the box room and once in the dressing room. He was too much of a neat freak to want to have sex with her at a club. The only way he could guarantee he wouldn't do anything was to keep his composure. What were the other men thinking when they saw her like that? This thought infuriated him. Candice was speechless. She felt Milton misunderstood the meaning of selling one's body.

Helpless, she said, "Do you have trouble understanding?" Milton ignored her question and continued lecturing her. "You could have just come to me for help. It's not a big deal. Do you doubt my ability to handle this? Were you prepared for the consequences? Did you have a backup plan? An emergency escape strategy or someone to help you? How could you say you were well-prepared and confident? Huh?!" . . .