CHAPTER 11

He had never been treated like this before.

Other companies always begged for a chance to cooperate with him!

"Don't you agree, Mr. Marshall?" The businessman huffed, unable to hold his temper any longer.

Lennon lowered his glass and looked at the man.

"Mr. Guzman, you are too impatient," he drawled.

Trevor Guzman narrowed his eyes but remained silent.

Taking a look at the message he had just received, Ivan strode to Lennon's side and whispered in his ear.

"Ms. Morgan is ready."

Something sinister flashed in Lennon's eyes. He smiled and announced,

"Mr. Guzman, why don't we take it up a notch? Spice up the game a bit."

"Spice it up, you say?"

"Well, switching dates would do the trick, don't you agree?"

As soon as Lennon finished his sentence, the door opened, and a waiter came in, followed by Irene.

The waiter bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him.

As Irene entered, she heard what Lennon had said.

Trevor turned to look at Irene, and his eyes lit up.

Even in the dim lighting, the elegance and poise emanating from Irene was obvious.

Her elfin face and the way her dress hugged her figure made her look sexy in the classiest way possible.

Trevor was lost.

His gaze became more and more intense as he stared at Irene.

"Who are you?" Trevor asked in a hoarse voice and swallowed hard.

Irene felt uneasy under Trevor's obvious attention and couldn't stop the disgust that flashed in her eyes.

Lennon didn't even turn to look at Irene.

When he saw Trevor's expression, he put his goblet on the table and put on a broad smile.

"This is my date for tonight, Mr. Guzman. Now, what do you say? Shall we change the rules?"

Trevor grinned from ear to ear and immediately agreed.

"Absolutely! What a wonderful idea! It will be fun! Let's do it!"

Trevor had seen a lot of beautiful women in his life, but that woman before him was really something else.

At the thought of this beauty within his grasp, he could barely control himself.

Trevor pushed his own date into Lennon's arms without hesitation.

The girl didn't expect this, so she staggered for several steps.

She was going to fall straight onto Lennon's lap, and she couldn't do anything to stop it.

She just stared helplessly.

When she saw Lennon's handsome face, though, she really wished he would catch her in his strong arms.

"Argh!"

With a muffled sound, that woman landed hard on the sofa.

Somehow, Lennon managed to stand up in time and dodge her.

He grabbed a wet wipe from Ivan and rubbed his fingertips against it.

"It seems that my date didn't disappoint you, Mr. Guzman," he said flatly.

"I didn't expect you'd be in the company of such a beauty."

Trevor raised his head and took a sip of his wine.

He reluctantly dragged his eyes away from Irene and turned to Lennon with an uncertain look on his face.

"Were you serious before? About the… game? You were surely just messing with me!"

"Not at all! As long as you can charm my date away from me, she is yours."

Lennon's lips formed a cold smile, his eyes challenging the man before him.

Trevor couldn't hide his excitement.

He couldn't wait to start the game, so he looked at Lennon and said slowly, "Well…"

Lennon knew exactly what Trevor's look meant.

He glanced at Ivan sideways, giving him a pointed look.

Ivan took the hint and opened his briefcase.

He pulled out a document he had prepared in advance and handed it to Trevor.

"This is the contract drawn up by Mr. Marshall himself."

Trevor's good sense had already flown out the window the moment he learned he had a chance with Irene.

At that point, he was so obsessed with her that he took the pen and signed the contract without reading a single line.

"Let the game begin, Mr. Guzman," Ivan said, returning the signed contract to his briefcase.

Lennon grabbed his suit jacket from the armrest of the sofa, turned around, and walked towards the door, Ivan on his trail.

As he crossed the room, he finally got a good look at Irene.

His mind went blank for a moment.

'No wonder Trevor had lost his mind over her.'

She looked ravishing tonight.

She was wearing a close-fitting, strapless dress that fit her figure like a glove.

She looked much different from the exhausted, drained woman Lennon remembered.

Her makeup was different too—simple and elegant, giving her a fresh, natural look.

Lennon's eyes lingered on Irene for a while, and he felt a surge of unease.

He firmly believed he hated her so much that even a single glance could make him feel uncomfortable—disgusted, even.

Lennon had always been in control of his emotions, and he hated the impact that woman had on him.

Irene had been quiet the whole time, but when he walked past her, she grabbed his sleeve, stopping him from leaving the room.

Lennon gave her a look full of poison and shrugged off her hand, looking disgusted by her touch.

"What do you want? Too late for regrets," Lennon sneered, looking down at her.

Irene tried to ignore Trevor's hungry eyes roaming all over her body.

She lowered her voice in an attempt to keep her anger at bay.

"What is that supposed to mean? You were the one who said…"

Before she could finish, Lennon's face hardened.

He grabbed Irene's chin, forcing her to look straight into his eyes.

Irene was startled by this unexpected move.

The pain on her chin was so intense that she staggered backward until her back hit the cold wall.

Lennon's face was just a few inches away from hers, his voice cold and piercing as he whispered menacingly,

"Isn't that what you wanted? Huh? Drop the innocent act. I don't buy it."

"I am not…"

"Do you really think I will ever believe you again? I thought you had learned your lesson, but I forgot what a stupid bitch you are. You'll never learn," he whispered in Irene's ear, his voice full of contempt.

Irene wanted to retort, but his grip on her chin felt like a vice.

Uttering a single word would be torture.

Her face turned pale, and beads of sweat started forming on her forehead.

When Lennon spoke again, she felt his hot breath on her neck, and a shiver ran down her spine.