Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

This is Avery Jane’s first time in such a place.

The ninety-ninth floor is a height sufficient to overlook the city.

At such a height, it feels as if everything is beneath one’s feet.

The office door opens, and that terrifying aura rushes out, infiltrating her every breath, creating a feeling of impending collapse.

”Avery Jane, we meet again.” The man’s voice, deep and lazy, echoes in the vast space, pressing on her heart like a large boulder, suffocating her almost to the point of asphyxiation.

The man’s tall figure stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window; he turns around, his cold and stern eyes looking at her, both stern and enchanting.

His gaze and words carry a frightening confidence, like a sharp arrow piercing Avery’s heart.

If convincing him not to trouble this experiment is a struggle, then this man is a formidable opponent, and what she wants to achieve today will not be easy.

Joshua Hughes’s eagle-like eyes accurately capture the subtle changes in her expressions.

”Mr. Hughes, I’m here today to ask for your help with something,” Avery Jane looked at the man, speaking with some difficulty, going straight to the point since nothing good comes from beating around the bush with such a man.

She never begged anyone before, not even in the toughest times.

But this time it’s not for herself; it’s for Wenyard, and for Wenyard, she would do anything.

Avery lowered her eyes; she couldn’t meet that man’s sharp gaze.

”Go on?” Joshua sat on the sofa, his tall frame with long legs crossed, watching her with dark eyes that seemed slightly embarrassed.

”I want to ask you not to make things difficult for Wenyard’s experiment.” Avery didn’t want to waste more time and forced herself to say it.

Actually, he made things difficult for others first, so why does she feel so guilty now?

Avery felt a bit uneasy and clenched her fists.

His gaze was burning, and his expression was inscrutable, making it hard to guess what he was thinking: ”Does Miss Jane think I’m making things difficult for that lab?”

From his tone, it seemed that Wenyard’s life work was insignificant in his eyes.

”It’s not what I think; it’s a fact.” Avery heard the disdain in his tone.

But that was Wenyard’s life work; though it couldn’t bring horrific profits, it could help patients alleviate pain. These two were incomparable, and how could a businessman reeking with money understand?

”In my world, only what I say is the truth.” She was indeed a calm and clever woman; his long brows gently relaxed as he slowly stood up, walked to her, and pinched her soft, white chin with his long fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze.

His deep eyes gave no insight into his intentions, and being this close, the faint scent of tobacco and cold male scent from his fingertips made her instinctively want to retreat.

It was an instinctive resistance and withdrawal; her world only contained Wenyard. She did not want other men near her.

”Woman, why do you think I will agree to your request? What resources do you have that might interest me?” Sensing her retreat, he moved closer, his thin lips almost brushing her ear.

This man’s eyes were inscrutable, leaving her momentarily at a loss for words.

She was not good at conversing, nor at socializing, yet this man seemed always to easily see through people.

She hardly dared to breathe forcefully, forcing herself to calm down, raising her dreamy eyes to bravely meet his: ”My intuition.”

Joshua heard her words, his handsome face still carrying his usual cold expression. He looked at her, his thin lips slightly curved: ”In this world, a woman’s intuition is the most ridiculous thing.”

His words were faint, tinged with disdain, his deep eyes looking into hers, as if trying to draw her in like a vortex...

The pads of his fingers were slightly rough, slowly moving over her cheek with a faint warmth.

Avery fought the urge to push him away immediately and closed her eyes, letting this hand sketch and caress her delicate, fair face.

Her long eyelashes quivered due to anxiety, fear, and rejection, trembling like leaves gently stirred by a breeze, evoking pity.

”However...” Joshua paused, the intense aura unique to her engulfing her: ”Your intuition is correct.”

The woman’s petite face was as captivating as jade; she was beautiful.

Undoubtedly, on that night under the moon, she roamed in fine clothes, mysterious and charming like a sorceress. In the night, one could only vaguely see her beauty glimmering.

But unexpectedly, under such clear light, her fresh face bore not a hint of flaw.

When she raised her eyes to meet his, for a moment, she made him stare blankly, as if something inexplicable inside him was struck hard.

Yet the woman before him seemed somewhat different; though still very young, she possessed the calmness of a meditating monk, as if all worldly matters had perished in her eyes, and only that laboratory could attract her.

He wanted to understand her heart, wanted to know if love truly existed in this world, making it worth her deep emotional turmoil and entanglement between life and death.

He just wanted to see to what extent she would go for the deceased husband.

A devilish smile cruelly curled at the corner of his lips...

His gaze shifted from sharp to dark gradually, and the man spoke in a low voice: ”I want to know what you propose to persuade me? If the offer is enticing enough, I can agree to fund the entire sponsorship amount once.”