Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 187: Who’s Seduced a Man?

Chapter 187: Who’s Seduced a Man?

With her suit no longer covering her, Emma Hart’s thighs were exposed, her fair skin on display for all to see. The slit of her dress, though not overly scandalous, was still provocatively revealing. The fabric draped in such a way that it only partially concealed Emma’s slender thighs. Instinctively, Emma reached down to cover herself, but the fabric stubbornly refused to comply.

Damien Sterling, that scoundrel!

Around her were waiters, Oliver Westmore, and Sophia Greenwood!

Damien had always been possessive, intolerant of anyone else’s gaze lingering on her for too long. And now, here she was, exposed like this!

Emma glared at Damien Sterling, her anger palpable, her face a mask of fury as she pointed directly at him, "Damien Sterling! What are you doing? You pervert!"

Damien Sterling moved closer to Emma, his gaze dark and ominous, chilling her to the bone with every step he took towards her.

Emma fumbled behind her, desperately seeking something to hold onto, but the only thing approaching her was the cold aura emanating from Damien. No support was to be found behind her.

She stared into his daunting, deep black eyes, unblinkingly focusing on her.

Emma caught her breath instinctively. What was this man planning? Surely, he wasn’t contemplating something as drastic as murder?

With every step Damien took, his shoes thudded against the floor, each sound echoing ominously, like the harbinger of doom.

Suddenly, Damien stepped forward and swept Emma into his arms, causing her to lean back in surprise. By the time she reacted, they were already heading out the door, leaving the astonished onlookers behind as Damien carried Emma towards the lobby.

Facing the path ahead, Emma looked at Damien furiously, "Where do you think you’re taking me?"

"So you enjoy seducing men, do you? Well, there will be plenty for you in the banquet hall!" Damien said mockingly, looking down at Emma with a teasing tone.

Emma was taken aback by his frivolous remark. What did she do? How had she suddenly become someone who seduced men? It was utterly absurd!

"Who’s seducing men?" Emma retorted angrily, but before she could say more, Damien tightened his grip on her, squeezing her waist forcefully.

"Ah!" Emma cried out in pain, "Damien Sterling, you pervert!"

"Today, you’ll see just how powerful a ’pervert’ can be!" Damien said coldly, his gaze ice-cold and serious, focusing intently on Emma’s face.

This was it! What was Damien planning now? From his demeanor, it seemed he was serious this time.

Emma Hart glanced at Damien Sterling, wondering if she should beg for mercy. But would pleading make it seem like she had actually done something wrong?

Yet, Damien Sterling didn’t even give Emma Hart the chance to plead. Turning down the hallway, Damien Sterling, now carrying Emma Hart, made a striking appearance among the crowd upstairs. With Damien’s tall stature and their current pose, they stood out prominently at the top of the second-floor staircase.

Downstairs, the guests continued their mingling, clinking glasses in toast, completely taken aback when they saw the two appear at the staircase. Amidst the stunned looks from the crowd, Damien Sterling, holding Emma Hart, prepared to descend.

Seeing this, Emma wondered if Damien was serious this time. Was he truly about to walk her into the crowd? Goodness! Was this man out of his mind? What about his possessiveness? His petty jealousy?

Emma, nervous, clung to his solid chest, panicked like a frightened, slender animal, whispering in a low voice, "What... what are you doing?"

Damien Sterling halted his steps, looking down at Emma Hart, whose face had turned somewhat pale. Could he see the fear in Emma? "Scared now? Too late!" Damien said mercilessly, his gaze shifting back to the crowd below, then returning to Emma’s face with a slightly raised eyebrow and a smirk, devilishly charming.

Striding forward, Emma, frightened, reached out to grasp at her skirt. Despite wearing leggings, Damien’s movements and their previous struggle meant the leggings couldn’t completely cover everything.

At that moment, Emma’s exposed thigh was precisely angled towards the side railing, drawing the gaze of some guests in the banquet hall below.

Some were captivated by Damien’s entrance, holding their breath, while others, particularly the men, were drawn to the sight of Emma’s partially visible thigh, flickering before their eyes, impossible to ignore.

Men with drinks in hand were left staring, dumbfounded, while women beside them stomped on their companions’ feet, scolding, "What are you staring at! Your eyes are about to fall out!"

Emma could clearly feel the once lively banquet hall suddenly fall silent at this moment, only hearing murmurs from below, though she couldn’t make out the words. But Emma had no interest in listening.

It seemed Damien Sterling had decided to thoroughly discipline her, and Emma buried her head deep into Damien’s chest.

Emma remembered a joke she’d heard before: when caught in an explosion at a bathhouse, should one cover their face or their body? At this moment, all Emma wanted was to cover her face!

Emma Hart, burying herself deeper into Damian Sterling’s embrace, made one last attempt at resistance. "Could you let me go, please?" No sooner had the words left her lips than she regretted them. Wait a minute! What good would it do her to be released by Damian Sterling now? It would only make things more awkward than they already were.

"Are you sure?" Damian’s voice resonated deeply, laced with a hint of amusement.

"I..." She had misspoken! Misspoken! Don’t let go! Emma immediately wanted to take her words back, but it was too late. Damian had already loosened his grip, and Emma’s body, previously secured in his arms, slid down smoothly. She found herself standing in front of the crowd, her face fully exposed for all to see.

"Ah!" Emma staggered backward, nearly losing her balance. Damian, quick to react, caught her, steadying her before brushing past, leaving her to stand alone on the stairs.

Embarrassed, Emma faced the crowd, her lips twitching involuntarily. At that moment, she wished she could just find a hole to crawl into. Watching Damian walk away indifferently towards the downstairs, Emma was torn between following him and staying put.

Meanwhile, Oliver Westmore emerged from the hall, witnessing Emma’s discomfort. He walked up to the stage, seized the microphone, and began to speak, capturing the attention of all the guests. "Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby announce that all companies present will enjoy a 2% discount in all future collaborations with Westmore Corporation."