He bent down to kiss her as he spoke, his hand tightly clung to her slender waist, pulling her close to himself.

Rose's mind went blank all of a sudden, and she was stunned, forgetting to react. Seeing that the woman was frozen, Henry gently bit her lips, and only then did she come back to her senses.

She bit him hard, and Henry wiped the trickle of blood from the corner of his lips, “Are you a dog?”

Rose preferred to ignore him, pushing him away forcefully.

She grabbed her bag from the couch and was about to leave, when the man's voice sounded again, “If you don't want to be tomorrow’s headline news, feel free to go out.”

Rose did not understand what he meant. He pulled her to the window, slightly opening a gap, and gestured for her to look down. She was startled at the sight of a group of paparazzi squatting below the building and quickly retracted herself.

“Why are there so many paparazzi here? Who are you?”

Henry lit another cigarette, “It doesn’t matter.”

Rose had a strong feeling that she might have provoked someone big. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many paparazzi squatting there, ready to snap photos and scoop some news.

The man before her was either rich or noble, and she did not dare to provoke him anymore.

Thus, a standoff ensued between the two.

Henry observed the woman before him. Her slightly curled long hair hung naturally, making her fair, delicate face look even more refined.

The white dress beautifully showcased her alluring figure. Her pure gaze showed a trace of charm.

She was truly a beauty.

He remembered her inexperienced demeanor from earlier, “Are you still... a virgin?”

Rose's face turned from red to white, she had never expected that he, who looked so aloof and noble, would speak so shamelessly.

She was so angry that she couldn't even speak, her chest heaving with heavy breaths. After a while, she managed to squeeze out a sentence, "It's none of your business."

She looked down on her condescendingly, the sight of her chest falling and rising due to her heavy breaths reflecting in his eyes, causing his gaze to waver slightly.

Rose glanced at the time, it was already midnight. Looking at the persistence of those paparazzi, they might remain there till dawn. She looked at the man and asked, "What should we do?"

"Wait."

It was the only solution for the moment.

Rose grabbed a blanket and lay down on the sofa, not harboring any expectation that the man would offer his bed to her.

She had to go to work tomorrow, so she couldn't stay up all night.

She turned her head to look at the man, who by now, had lost his previous heated aura, and was exuding a cold vibe instead, transformed into a completely different person.

Seeing him like this, Rose felt a sense of relief.

She covered her eyes with the blanket and soon fell asleep.

Meanwhile, he went to the study and quickly recalled the scene at the bar.

Who dared to plot against him?

Who dared?

At this moment, his phone rang. It was a call from his secretary, Alice. "Mr. President, we've found out. It was someone from the Smith family that did it."

Henry rhythmically tapped his fingers on the desk while bitterly chewing over Smith Clifford's cunning methods. The young man, desperate to win the bid for Affa Company, decided to first drug him, then had journalists stake out.

Pulling out all the stops, he thought. But alas, he’s still too green.

“Keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't cause any trouble."

The person on the other end of the line acknowledged and Henry hung up the phone.

After handling his business matters, Henry walked out to find that the woman on the couch had fallen asleep. Her blanket had been kicked haphazardly aside, revealing long, fair legs. Laid out as she was, with her chest just barely covered, it was a sight that stirred a man’s heart.

Shapely where she should be, slender in the right places.

Henry had to admit, this woman was indeed a stunning beauty.

Compared to her, he realized that the other painted faces that circled him were considerably lacking.

However, thinking of her ease in approaching him at the bar, he couldn’t help but wonder. Could she have been sent by Clifford?