Chapter 7 The Local Tyrant
Chapter 7 The Local Tyrant
"Sorry..." Ranita''s voice trembled and she felt a slight sweat on her back. "I''ll do it myself!"
The woman reached out to take the ointment from his hand.
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As Ranita''s fingertips touched his skin, it felt as if she had been shocked by electricity, leaving her
momentarily stunned.
This was really spineless.
"Ranita..." the man''s voice was very low, and before Ranita could react, he held her chin, taking
control as he kissed her.
Brendon was very skilled at kissing; he kissed her until she can''t catch her breath.
"Ring ring!" Brendon''s phone suddenly rang.
Brendon paid no heed and continued to kiss her, causing Ranita''s heart to beat like a drum,
irregr and chaotic.
Right at this moment.
The driver in front knocked on the partition and hesitated before saying, "Mr. Stuart, Miss Murphy
called. She said that your mother is ill at home and asked if you could go back home."
In an instant, the desire dissipatedpletely.
"You can drop me off at the intersection ahead. I''ll go back to the studio," said Ranita calmly as she
buttoned up her shirt and straightened her short skirt.
"I''ll drop you off at the studio first and then go back to Bouldend Mansion."
Ranita hitched a ride, changed into the same professional suit at her studio, and rested for half a
day before having her assistant drive her back to Stuart''s Corp. Downstairs, she saw Brendon in his
impably tailored suit and polished shoes.
The hand-tailored suit entuated his figure, standing tall like a pine tree. Paired with his
perpetually serious and excessively handsome face, he was like a walking hormone, able to attract
attention from anyone at any time.
The venue for Rashid Bassett''s reception had been set at Autumnhall Manor, where besides
Brendon and other executives from thepany, a small banquet hall had been reserved to
amodate personnel from Nemotube.
Rashid came from a wealthy local family in Dubai. Although he was responsible for the business of
Nemotube in Great Slioclia, he was just a figurehead and will return home after some time.
After exchanging greetings, both of them took their seats. Ranita took the initiative to pour a ss of
pre-wakened red wine for Rashid and spoke in a soft tone, "Mr. Bassett, I heard that you particrly
like red wine. This is specially prepared by Mr. Stuart for you. Please try it."
If Brendon can offer it to guests, it must be a good product.
"Great taste!" Rashid eximed repeatedly, "Thank you very much, Miss Bowman!"
To satisfy the customer, there was a slight smile in Ranita''s eyes as she said, "Mr. Bassett, if you
like it, then I''m happy."
"You too, please!" Rashid also helped Ranita pour half a cup and said cheerfully, "Cheers!"
"Miss Bowman, you speak Arabic very well, and you''re quite charming. I liked you the moment I saw
you," Rashid paused for a moment and then said very directly, "I wonder if you''re interested in
bing my third wife?"
Ranita was taken aback! Brendon scowled, clearly unhappy.
"Mr. Bassett, you are a very charming man. If my heart wasn''t already spoken for, I would definitely
consider your offer!" Ranita maintained a smile and spoke in a soft tone as she politely declined.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Ranita''s fair cheeks had a hint of pink to them. Her curved eyebrows
and eyes made her clear ck pupils shine like stars in the sky.
Spoken for? Brendon mulled over those words and his expression grew even darker as he leaned
in close to Ranita''s ear. "Tell him you''re married."
Ranita wanted to remind him that they had already signed divorce papers, but the words wouldn''t
come out of her mouth. Instead she changed the subject, "Mr. Bassett is just joking."
She couldn''t even win an argument with one person - how could she dare be someone''s third
wife?