Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 446 A Ruthless Woman

Chapter 446: Chapter 446 A Ruthless Woman

Ellen frowned. "Since Jamie isn’t awake, why would I go and see him? I’m going back to the company today. Jamie promised me."

"Up to you," Jack sneered.

Jack thought, how ruthless this woman is!

Jack had long known that.

Jack believed that Ellen was a menace.

But Jamie didn’t allow Jack to hurt Ellen, so Jack had no choice.

Ellen turned around, her heart beating wildly.

Ellen thought that Jamie would come and stop her today, but to her surprise, she was indeed lucky.

Jamie was in the hospital, and Jack had to keep an eye on Jamie.

The right place at the right time, Ellen thought.

Ellen left the villa, and only the driver was with her today.

Most of the bodyguards were transferred to the hospital, and there were only four left to guard the villa.

Therefore, no one followed Ellen.

Ellen suppressed her emotions and watched the car slowly drive away from the villa.

In the rearview mirror, the white prison in Ellen’s eyes was getting further and further away until it disappeared.

Ellen looked away firmly.

Ellen would never come back to this place again.

Before getting out of the car, Ellen said to the driver, "Don’t wait for me today. I will go to the hospital to see Mr. McBride later."

The driver replied yes and turned around to leave.

Ellen returned to the company and stayed there until the afternoon. Then she headed to the underground garage alone.

Then Ellen went into an inconspicuous black sedan car.

In less than a moment, Ellen came out.

This time, Ellen had already changed into a black tight-fitting leather jacket and wore a black helmet. She stepped onto a motorcycle with the same color as her clothes.

Ellen bent over slightly and the motorcycle whistled out.

Ellen came to a high-end club on the motorcycle and parked it in the garage.

Ellen followed the route she had explored in advance and took the special lift upstairs.

The reason why Ellen chose to trade with Emerson at the club was that with so many people in the club, Emerson should not dare to catch her brazenly.

Ellen arrived at the door of the VIP’s room.

Two bodyguards in black stood guard in front of the door. When they saw Ellen, they intended to frisk her.

Ellen dodged it.

Ellen said coldly, "I’ve told Mr. Hawkins that you couldn’t frisk."

The voice coming from the helmet was very neutral, and it was difficult to tell if it was a male or female.

This helmet of Ellen’s had been modified and contained a voice-changer.

The bodyguards looked at each other, and one of them went in to ask for instructions.

Not long later, the bodyguard came out and said, "Please come in."

Ellen pushed the door open and entered.

The room was full of noisy songs, dance, and smoke.

Two scantily dressed women were dancing to the song in various seductive poses.

The man sitting on the sofa was Emerson, the younger president of the Hawkins Group.

A woman was sitting on Emerson’s lap, scantily dressed. The woman buried Emerson’s face into her boobs, playing a promiscuous pastime.

Ellen frowned slightly, but she was mentally prepared.

Ellen had long heard that Emerson led a licentious life.

All the young girls and women in the company had been harassed by Emerson.

What was more, Emerson had already slept with countless women.

In the circle, Emerson was already notorious.

However, the current person in power was Kobe Hawkins. Kobe valued reputation above all else and specially arranged a team to deal with Emerson’s private affairs.

Moreover, Kobe strictly prohibited Emerson from playing with people from the company.

Kobe believed that would have a bad influence on the company.

If it was an ordinary promiscuous photo, Emerson wouldn’t take it seriously and would just directly ask his subordinates to deal with it.

But this time, what Ellen had in her hands was precisely the most fatal.

In the photo, Emerson and his own cousin-in-law were having sex.

This was a shocking scandal.

The key was that this cousin-in-law was still working in the company.

Emerson broke two big taboos at the same time and it was impossible that he dared to leave it to Kobe.

"Stop that, someone is coming."

Emerson pushed away the woman in front of him in a drunken manner.

Emerson’s mother was a superstar. He inherited his mother’s appearance and didn’t look bad.

However, under the dim light, the extremely pale face and the dark blue under the eyes as well as the deep and shallow sucking marks on Emerson’s neck clearly told that there was a deficiency of the kidney for Emerson after he hooked up with women for a long time.

Emerson glanced over. The woman in front of him was dressed in black and wore a helmet. He could not see her face clearly, but he could tell she was in great shape.

Emerson thought the woman was especially seductive and charming in this motorcycle outfit.

Emerson chuckled, "What a beauty!"

Emerson stood up shakily and walked towards Ellen. He laughed mischievously, "Little beauty, come to my arms."

The disgusting smell of tobacco and wine came.

Ellen frowned and dodged to the side.

Emerson pounced on nothing, and then he grabbed a dancing woman in front of him and fondled her.

Then, Emerson said unhappily, "Damn it! I’m talking to you. Is there anything wrong with your ears? Didn’t you hear me?"

"It seems that you are not available now, Mr. Hawkins."

After Ellen finished speaking, she did not stop for a second and turned to leave.

Just as Ellen put her hand on the door handle, Emerson let out a shout, "Stop!"

Ellen paused and turned to look at Emerson.

For some reason, even though the woman’s face was covered by the helmet, Emerson still felt a sharp aura around her.

Emerson then said in a soft tone, "You do have a bad temper. When did I say I was not available?"

Ellen said, "If so, please let everyone else go out first."

Emerson chuckled and said in a teasing tone, "It seems that you want to stay with me alone. Okay. As you wish."

Emerson gestured for those women to leave.

The woman who sat on Emerson’s lap at first was still unwilling to go. She said delicately, "Let me stay here, OK?"

Although Emerson was a playboy, he had a high status and always kept his word.

Emerson waved his hand and said, "Get out!"

As a result, Miranda fell to the ground, and it caused her great pain.

Miranda looked at the woman in black in front of her full of resentment.

At this glance, Ellen was stunned.

This woman looks just like me, Ellen thought.

Before Ellen could see much, the woman scrambled out.

It seemed that this woman knew Emerson very well, and this action immediately pleased him.

Emerson smiled and said, "Miranda always knows how to please me. You can wait on me when I’m done."

Miranda smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Hawkins."

Then, Miranda imitated the action and raised her arms to open the door, crawling out.

Ellen was disgusted by that.

Especially this woman had a face like Ellen’s, which made Ellen even more uncomfortable.

There was no one else in the room.

Emerson drank too much and could not stand up. He leaned on the sofa and slowly sized Ellen up.

"Show me the photo."

"How about the things I want?"

Emerson said impatiently, "How can I give what you want to you first? What if you lie to me?"

Ellen said, "I definitely won’t keep the photo with me. As long as I see the documents, I will take you to get the photo and you can destroy it in person."

"Why should I believe you?" Emerson narrowed his eyes.

"I don’t believe you either. Since that’s the case, of course, you should listen to me. I have the initiative," Ellen said.

"You sure know how to fucking negotiate."

Emerson snorted and his dispirited face suddenly changed. "Hurry up and catch her!"

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