No Remarriage for us Stay Away (Lenora and Zachary)

Chapter 438 Just One Night Will Do

Inside a private room at a certain club, the decor was opulent and luxurious, radiating wealth and grandeur.

"Charlton, I've been keeping tabs on your situation. I'm relieved to hear you're okay," Olivia said. She sat gracefully on the sofa, dressed in a chic haute couture gown. A wisp of smoke curled from her slightly parted lips as she held a slim cigarette between her pale, slender index and middle fingers.

Behind her stood a young gentleman, a server of sorts, who was strikingly handsome. He was attentively massaging her shoulders, displaying an air of thoughtfulness and care. "It's a minor matter, Mrs. Jorge, hardly worth your attention."

Zachary was seated on the single-seater sofa nearby, leaning back comfortably with his legs crossed and his arm casually resting on the armrest. He asked, "How have you been lately?"

Olivia's eyes were enticing, filled with a captivating charm. She cast a longing glance at Zachary. "Not good, the last time we met was a year ago. I've missed you terribly throughout this year!"

Zachary's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't taken Olivia's jest to heart. "I saw a piece of news a while ago. Jason from Dynexia Group became your intimate friend, accompanying you on a trip to the Miralaea. With such an outstanding person by your side, how could you not be living well?" he asked.

"Even if Jason is great, he's not you," Olivia lamented with a mix of pity and regret. "Charlton, why don't you indulge me just once? It would spare me the constant longing. I'm not greedy, just one night will do."

Olivia lifted a finger, her fiery red lips curling into a subtly enticing smile.

Olivia was a widow.

She was originally the young lady of the Holt family, who had entered into a marital alliance with Lance's family. On the surface, the couple appeared to be respectful toward each other, but behind closed doors, they each led their own separate lives.

Olivia was a woman of vivacious and generous spirit. After the passing of Lance, she remained unwed to sustain the relationship between the two families. However, privately, she began to enjoy her life even more freely. Zachary met Olivia at the Navarre Stock Exchange.

At that time, the digital subsidiary of Fuller Group was listed on the Navarre Stock Exchange. Zachary, who was the president of the corporation at the time, took the stage to give a brief speech.

Olivia immediately noticed the Aplothian from afar.

Among a crowd of foreigners, his features held their own, yet bore a hint of Aplothian characteristics, enough to distinguish him from the foreigners.

He was quite tall himself. When he shook hands with the foreign businessman next to him, he leaned slightly and nodded his head. He appeared polite and well-mannered. During the group photo, Zachary stood in the middle, drawing the attention of numerous media cameras.

Once the group photo was over, Olivia could hardly wait to join him. She mingled with the other entrepreneurs and also managed to secure Zachary's contact information. That evening, Olivia made a phone call. The person who answered was Zachary's secretary-it was his work number, always managed by his secretary.

Olivia was quite disappointed, yet under the guise of collaboration, she invited Zachary out for a meal.

Olivia was also genuinely cooperative, as long as she could end up in bed with Zachary.

Zachary was not oblivious to Olivia's gaze. Thus, unless absolutely necessary, he would try to avoid meeting Olivia, preferring to have his secretary handle matters instead. After finalizing the contract and wrapping up the dinner party, Olivia mentioned her car had broken down and asked Zachary for a ride home.

In the car, Olivia bravely voiced her thoughts, only to be met with Zachary's rejection.

In the end, the contract was still signed.

But Olivia's wish did not come true.

The more unattainable he was, the more she found herself thinking about him.

Every time they met afterward, Olivia would attempt to strike up a conversation with Zachary. However, each time, she would be met with rejection. This time was no different.noveldrama

With a gentle smile on his face, Zachary said calmly, "Mrs. Jorge, let's not jest anymore. I've already made myself quite clear to you."

Olivia sighed. "I thought when you asked me out this time, you had a change of heart."

"No, it's not that. I have a matter for which I need your assistance, Mrs. Jorge."

Olivia took a drag from her cigarette, raising an eyebrow, "Since you're asking for my help, aren't you prepared to offer yourself as a thank you gift?" "I've already prepared other tokens of appreciation for you, Mrs. Jorge."

"But you're the only one I want."

"Mrs. Jorge!" Zachary lifted his gaze to meet Olivia's.

"All right, all right," Olivia conceded, "What do you need my help with?"

If they couldn't be lovers, at least they could still be friends.

After Zachary had voiced his request, Olivia immediately nodded. "Is that all? It's a piece of cake."

She then sighed. "Charlton, you truly love your wife, I must admit, I'm quite envious of her."

After Zachary left, Olivia handed over the photo left by Zachary to her subordinates, instructing them to bring the person in the picture to her as quickly as possible.

Richard was blindfolded and led to an unfamiliar place.

He was terrified, his face turning deathly pale, his whole body trembling.

After the contract between Richard and Lenora took effect, he only needed to cater to Lenora during this period, sparing him the need to go to the bar.

While resting at home, a sudden knock on the door echoed from outside.

He walked over to open a door, but was swiftly ambushed. A hand clamped over his mouth, a bag was yanked over his head, and his arms were bound tightly. With no chance of resistance, he was forcefully hauled into a vehicle. Who was the one who caught him?

Why did they have to apprehend him?

Richard felt incredibly uneasy, his mind foggy and disoriented. He had no idea where he was, but he was greeted by a pleasant aroma.

"Mrs. Jorge, he's here." At that moment, a rugged male voice echoed from the side.

"All right." The woman's voice rang out leisurely. "Let him go."

"Okay."

The rope around his wrist was untied, and Richard, in his impatience, hastily removed the hood and the rag from his mouth.

What met his gaze was an exquisitely lavish private room, and a strange woman sitting on the sofa in front of him.

The woman had striking features, with her makeup meticulously applied. Her red lips were eye-catching, and her hair, styled into loose waves, cascaded nonchalantly down her back.

She wore a limited-edition dress from a well-known brand, her exposed thighs fair and delicate like porcelain.

Richard's gaze was unwavering, instantly captivated by Olivia in a mere moment.

Olivia noticed the look in Richard's eyes and smiled, her charm radiating. "Do you know who I am?" she asked. Richard stood dumbfounded.

Olivia cleared her throat. "Richard?"

Richard finally caught on. "Huh? What did you say just now? I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."

Thinking back on how he had been caught daydreaming while watching the beautiful woman, Richard blushed.

"I asked, do you know who I am?"

"No... I don't," Richard replied, his face flushing as he shook his head.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My surname is Holt, and my late husband's was Jorge. You can call me Ms. Holt, or Mrs. Jorge."

Richard was taken aback, a surge of intense joy flickering in his eyes. "Mrs. Jorge, hello."

Olivia used to be a regular at the bar.

Richard had heard his seniors mention it before.

Olivia was known for her generosity. Those who caught her eye often found themselves profiting greatly. In fact, one individual she had taken under her wing managed to amass a substantial fortune, eventually leaving his job to open his own business. Moreover, she was very particular, and disliked others touching her possessions. Once she set her sights on something, she would claim it. During that period, they needed to cater only to her.

Richard felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

Olivia had put in much effort to bring him here. Was she intending to monopolize him?

"Young man, aren't you going to ask why I brought you here?" Olivia looked up at Richard, giving him a once-over, her eyes twinkling with a hint of allure as they lifted at the corners.