Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 200: Chapter 199: Clean up and climb into bed

The pristine white lights emitted a faint, cold light that bounced off the polished floor tiles, creating an exceptionally dazzling glare.

Those who had been with MC Group for a while knew that such matters had previously been discussed on the company’s forum.

There were even pictures posted there, conspicuously showing Shirley Grant and Alan Morgan.

There were pictures of them entering and leaving together, holding hands, and even kissing.

However, that post only existed for several tens of minutes before it quickly disappeared.

Thinking about it now, the disappearance of those rumors was probably the Special Assistant’s handiwork.

After all, the affairs on the forum could also affect the Special Assistant.

The heated discussion abruptly quieted, and Shirley looked curiously at everyone before finally following their gazes towards the doorway.

Alan’s face remained as emotionless as ever.

But Shirley could tell that he was angry—very angry.

”Shirley Grant, do you know what you’re saying?”

Alan stared at her in rage, surprised that she even had the audacity to bring up those matters.

Doesn’t she want to work at MC Group anymore?

”I know. I merely stated some facts. Instead of letting everyone here speculate wildly, it’s better to tell them the correct answer.”

Shirley clenched her fists at her side, the sadness of speaking these words known only to herself.

Alan scoffed, pushed open the door, and walked up to Shirley.

”Since you want to tell them the correct answer, why don’t you elaborate a bit more?”

Alan extended his right hand, grasping her delicate chin between his thumb and index finger. He forcefully lifted her head, gazing into the brilliance of her eyes.

”Tell them how you seduced me, what methods you used, what you said, and what you did.”

Each word he spat out carried an icy chill, the curve of his smirk clearly imprinted in her eyes.

In a daze, Shirley forgot to struggle, simply staring quietly at the man before her.

”Can’t speak anymore? Do you need my help?”

He reached out his left hand, gently stroking her smooth cheek. Her light makeup, not overly elaborate, made her appear even more radiant and captivating.

Was he deceived by this face back then?

”Didn’t you go to great lengths to find out where I lived, then strip naked and climb into my bed? I still remember, that day you were wearing a pink...”

”Enough!”

Shirley suddenly screamed, violently brushing off the hand that had been holding her captive.

Tears unceremoniously streamed down her face, her hands clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.

”Do you really have to leave me with no shred of dignity? Or is it that you’ve hated me all this while?”

She stared straight at Alan, seeking to find some other emotion in his gaze, but there was nothing.

The only thing she saw was Alan’s characteristic indifference, an icy chill potent enough to annihilate her self-esteem.

”Are you worth my hatred? Secretary Grant, you’re overthinking things. Women like you, who seduce me and climb into my bed, are a dime a dozen. I merely played with a virgin without spending a cent. It was clearly a gain for me, so why would I hate you?”

He smirked playfully. He said he didn’t hate her, yet his words were clearly intended to wound.

But anyone could feel Alan’s disdain and hatred towards Shirley.

Nia Mitchell, sitting over there, couldn’t help but sigh, never expecting that Alan Morgan and Shirley Grant had such a past...