Domineering Love
Chapter 600 - 591: I Will Accept the Interview_3

Chapter 600: Chapter 591: I Will Accept the Interview_3

The interview ended, and the photographer finally took a picture.

This was a rare and valuable photo. William Griffith never allowed any photos to be leaked, all relevant photos were blocked. Anyone who dared to cross the line was courting death, so the media in Haicheng were always aware of their boundaries. The three of them exchanged pleasantries and thanks before finally leaving. Having accomplished their mission, they were naturally very happy.

Upon returning to the magazine office, Emmy Chip was in high spirits, her face full of smiles.

The photographer rushed to the darkroom to develop the photos, while the female colleagues shouted, "Xiao Wang, make a few more copies, and give one to each of us! A photo of William Griffith, a limited edition treasure!"

"Got it!" Xiao Wang responded reluctantly, as the female colleagues cheered and jumped for joy.

Before they left work, everyone indeed had a photo.

In the photo, William Griffith had a cold and charmingly handsome face, with a slight hint of a smile in the corners of his lips, as if he was neither laughing nor smiling. His eyes, as deep as pure ink, had no light in them, like fallen stars fading into obscurity, somewhat unfathomable. It was unclear whether it was due to the excellent photography skills or the lighting, but his face didn’t seem as pale as her own eyes had seen.

Cherish Turner held the photo, her fingers lightly touching his face, unable to suppress her concern.

"President Griffith, come, let me offer you a toast! Cheers to a pleasant collaboration!"

"President Griffith has a great tolerance for alcohol, let’s have another drink!"

"I also have to toast President Griffith a drink!"

At the business dinner, a group of people were eager to curry favor with William Griffith, with their boss and manager taking turns offering toasts. William Griffith took the drinks in stride, drinking glass after glass. Xiao Jiang watched helplessly from the sidelines; her alcohol tolerance was only mediocre, and in the two years she had been following him, she had never seen him get drunk, but recently his health seemed to be not so good.

The banquet continued until ten o’clock at night, when everyone finally called it quits, going directly to the hotel suite for some fun and leisure.

William Griffith obligingly followed the group to the suite, where women dressed in skimpy clothes were seated. Under the dim yellow light, the woman’s eyes were soul-stirring, and she coquettishly said, "President Griffith, I’m here to accompany you tonight..."

"You can leave." William Griffith coldly replied before heading towards the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to him, the woman had been specially arranged by the client and was a handpicked beauty, yet she was treated coldly. She reluctantly put her clothes back on, thinking that she had already acquired the money and, although unwilling, let it go. The sound of water flowed from the bathroom, and as the woman left, someone quietly slipped into the suite.

After a while, the sound of water finally stopped.

The glass door opened, and William Griffith, wrapped in a loose bathrobe, was enveloped in the misty moisture.

The suite was pitch black, the yellow light from earlier now gone, leaving only the light from the bathroom behind him. In the darkness, a slim and graceful figure could be vaguely seen. Droplets of water dripped from her hair from time to time, as William Griffith gazed at her indifferently, not speaking.

She began to undress, one piece after another: her coat, shirt, tie... The sound of a zipper signalled the removal of her skirt. Wearing only a black lace bra and panties, her delicate and seductive curves were only partially visible. She removed the hairpin from her head, letting her long hair cascade down and cling to her flushed cheeks, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

She took a few steps forward.

Her breathing became slightly rapid, as if trying to restrain herself, her fair chest rising and falling. Her hand reached around her back, touching the hook of her bra. With a gentle tug, the last piece of clothing shielding her body was removed, leaving her big eyes open and her cheeks turning even redder, as the scent of her bewitching perfume filled the air.

William Griffith stood still, his back to the light, unable to see her expression.

"Young Master William." A soft call rang out, and through the light and shadow, the woman’s face could be faintly seen.

Was she another woman sent to him?

A sudden sense of disgust washed over William Griffith.

There could be millions of women in the world, but if it was not her, he was not interested.

"Get out."

The voice was very soft.

"Young Master William, let me serve you."

"I said, get, out!"

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After leaving the suite, William Griffith sped through the city, not knowing what he wanted to do. However, he hadn’t expected that he would end up in Cherry Blossom Garden.

In the car, he lifted his gaze to the old building, then looked up to the eighth floor.

He heard that only Cherish Turner and Elijah Butler lived here, and that Cherish’s parents had moved to the countryside two years ago.

At this moment, for some unknown reason, he missed her terribly, knowing full well that she was married. He knew she was already married!