Domineering Love
Chapter 604 - 592: Don’t Want Him To Be In Trouble_4

Chapter 604: Chapter 592: Don’t Want Him To Be In Trouble_4

Meanwhile, outside the firm’s building, the bald man was hiding perfectly behind a pillar, watching her, and reporting to the person on the phone, "Miss Turner still refuses to leave!"

"You go find Mr. Winston right away, and tell him that President Griffith said to..."

"I got it!" The bald man replied, hung up the phone, and turned to leave.

In the United States, a high-end entertainment club is open all day and night, and it usually attracts wealthy people. The air was filled with the smell of cigars, strong alcohol, and beautiful ladies in traditional qipao dresses. Stepping into the club, one couldn’t help but feel as if they were transported back to the Republican period, with songs and dances.

The bald man followed another man upstairs and knocked on the door of the private room.

As the door opened, there stood a billiards table that was more than three meters long and nearly two meters wide.

A woman in a black leather skirt with a curvy figure leaned over the table with a cue in her hands, aiming at a ball. The cue stick slid back and forth, finding the perfect angle, and then she struck the ball fiercely. But the sudden knocking sound made her hand tremble, missing some of the strength needed, and the ball deviated from its path, rolling towards the hole’s edge without going in.

"What a bummer!" The woman muttered with a frown, turning to walk towards a black-haired man sitting on the sofa, toying with a wine glass. "I missed the shot!"

"You leave first, and I’ll make up for you later!" The man said with a slight smile, casually planting a kiss on the woman’s cheek with an air of nonchalant elegance. His tousled hair cascades down, flaunting a wild and charming demeanor, as his sharp, chiseled side profile emits an unforced and powerful authority coupled with a strong sense of oppression.

The woman obediently left, brushing past the two men entering the private room.

Oscar Winston didn’t look up, and asked with interest, "So, what’s the matter?"

"Mr. Winston, President Griffith asked me to relay his message to you. He hopes you can go to the law firm and refuse Miss Turner’s request, asking her to return to Seacity," said the bald man truthfully.

"Oh?" Oscar Winston’s eyes flashed with a glimmer of interest, sounding puzzled.

After lunch, the employees returned to the firm one after another.

Cherish Turner stood up, hurried to the receptionist, and whispered, "Excuse me, could you please tell me if Lawyer Winston is here, or where he lives?"

"I’m sorry, ma’am, I cannot disclose that information."

"I really have an important matter..." Cherish pleaded, almost tearfully.

"Lawyer Winston!" Suddenly, respectful cries rang out, and people around stopped in their tracks.

Cherish reflexively turned her head, only to see a man in a crisp black suit standing before her. The clean-cut suit, dark silver shirt with the top two buttons undone, perfectly complemented his wildly handsome face, looking casual and unrestrained. With a nonchalant, playful smile that wasn’t frivolous, he gave people a feeling of comfort and ease.

"You wanted to see me?" Oscar Winston raised the corner of his mouth, charmingly smiling at her.

"Mr. Winston!" Cherish rejoiced as if her savior had arrived.

In the firm’s reception room, a secretary brought in tea.

Oscar Winston sat on the sofa calmly and quietly, gazing at the woman sitting across from him. She looked flustered, and couldn’t hide her fatigue and anxiety. Her big eyes glistened with confusion and helplessness, displaying a stubborn beauty. This reminded him of a certain damnable woman, and he teased, "Miss Turner, you’ve changed a lot. I remember you used to have long hair."

Cherish had no time for reminiscing and hurriedly said, "Mr. Winston, I came here to ask for your help."