Chapter 948


    Agnes offered a distant, half-hearted smile. "Well then, | must thank you for your concern, Mr. Peters."


    She tried to sidestep Peters and make her escape.


    But Peters suddenly grabbed her arm with a hint of suggestive mischief in his tone. "We''ve just about wrapped up dinner. How


    about we go somewhere else?"


    Agnes recoiled, disgust barely concealed, as she wrenched her arm from his grip. "Mr. Peters, | must insist that you keep this


    professional."


    Peters’ patience seemed to get thinner with each rejection.


    "Ms. Pritchard," he said pointedly, "ying hard to get loses its charm after a while."


    Agnes clenched her fists. What on earth did this man take her for? She was seething but kept herposure for the sake of The


    Tim Group''s reputation and didn''t want to cause a scene.


    "Mr. Peters," Agnes retorted, "| think you''re misunderstanding the situation. I''m not the kind of person you seem to think | am."


    Peters chuckled. "Come home with me tonight, and The Tim Group''s ad campaign will be all yours. How''s that for a deal?”


    Agnes scoffed. "Business matters should be discussed with the station manager, not me."


    With that, Agnes turned on her heel and walked away, eager to end the distasteful conversation. But Peters, now infuriated,


    seized her and pinned her against the wall.


    "Drop the act, sweetheart. Your boss brought you here to be more than justpany. Apanying me should be your lucky


    break. The Tim Group''s fifty million-dor advertising spend could be in your hands. Do you think your boss would let you off the


    hook if you messed that up? You have no choice, better not to squirm too much—you might just slip away."


    As Peters leaned in for a forceful kiss, Agnes swiftly brought up her knee.


    Aprecise jab to his groin was followed by a grotesquely exaggerated howl. Peters crumpled to the ground, clutching himself in


    agony.


    "You... you ungrateful bitch..." he gasped, pain stealing his words.


    Agnes had half a mind to deliver a few more well-ced kicks, but seeing him curled up in pain, she decided against it.


    She knew she''d probably made a mess of things and wondered how her station manager would handle it. But in that moment,


    she had acted without a second thought.


    Agnes turned and left without looking back.


    Upon returning to the private room, the party was still in full swing, with the station manager looking worried.


    Seeing Agnes, he didn''t know whether to feel relieved or more concerned.


    “Agnes, did you see Mr. Peters?" he inquired.


    Agnes was blunt. "He''s a jerk. | gave him what he deserved. You might want to call him an ambnce."


    Despite her cool exterior, Agnes still


    felt a flicker of anger. The station


    manager had dealt with The ahaa)


    Group''s arketing wepartinent for


    yeast had to know what sort of


    man Peters was. While his intentions


    might not have been for her to be a


    bargaining chip for fund, he had still


    used her. And that was something


    she didn''t take lightly. Please read the


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    bested to the point of eee


    ambnce theygtatidn hmaniager


    east He was about to go


    check when Peters himself barged in.


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    Propped against the door frame, he pointed a shaky finger at Agnes. "You... you''ll pay for this. Get out here now!"


    As Peters lunged forward, attempting


    to grab her, Agnes’ reflexes prov


    far superior to isjmneaired date


    Wir aewirt’an fluid motion, she


    executed a perfect over-the-shoulder


    throw, sending Peters crashing to the


    floor once more. Please read the


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