Chapter 6

Jack immediately called the R&D center to inquire. When he came back, he respectfully relayed to William: "Ms. Moore just said the high-temperature warning system in the sensor module is showing unstable feedback. To avoid affecting next week's schedule, she needs to deal with this issue right away."

William raised an eyebrow.

So she stood him up again?

Jack stood nearby, carefully reading the room.

Wendy was the first person he'd ever seen who dared to ignore William's orders twice.

On Monday, after Jack clocked out, he received a text message about Shirley.

[Is Mr. Ford busy lately? Does he have time this week?]

Jack naturally didn't dare make decisions for William.

Jack: [Pretty busy. I'll ask Mr. Ford for you. If he has free time, he'll reach out to you directly.]

Shirley: [My sister has been at the Ford Group for several days now. How's the collaboration going? She hasn't caused any trouble, has she?]

Jack found this a bit odd. He frowned, thought for a moment, and replied: [The collaboration is going very smoothly. Mr. Ford is very satisfied with her work performance!]

Seeing this message, Shirley's eyes darkened.

Very satisfied? How satisfied?

Shirley took a deep breath.

No, things between her and William were progressing too slowly!

The next day, Wendy sat at her desk, yawning while reviewing materials.

Emily walked over and placed an exquisite gold-embossed art paper invitation on Wendy's desk.

"Wendy, Jack just came by to deliver this. He wants you to accompany Mr. Ford to a business dinner tomorrow night as the project manager."

Wendy froze for a moment and picked up the invitation to look at it.

She couldn't help feeling this invitation was somewhat...

Wendy smiled helplessly.

This time, she really couldn't find any excuse to decline.

That evening at home, Wendy opened her closet to choose an outfit, only finding one dress that met her requirements—a long-sleeved gown that covered her shoulders.

The dress kept her shoulders covered, but it had dramatic cutouts along the waist and back.

The back slit went all the way down to her tailbone.

Wendy rarely wore such sexy dresses, but with time running short, she had no time to prepare a new one and could only make do with this one.

That evening, at the Fernando Hotel VIP banquet hall.

After William arrived, it wasn't long before Wendy also reached the dinner venue.

Wendy looked sexy and alluring, though her eyes remained calm and composed. He turned slightly to the side, making space for his arm.

Wendy took a deep breath, overcame both physical and psychological resistance, stepped forward and took William's arm.

Inside the hall, William introduced the business partner to Wendy: "Ascend Chemicals is one of the few private companies in Novaria that can stably produce R-type specialty electronic gases. This time we're planning to sign a long-term agreement of over 5 years with them to ensure production capacity."

Wendy had been very nervous, her hand holding William's arm involuntarily wanting to pull back, but when she heard William mention "R-type specialty electronic gases," her attention was quickly diverted.

"How pure is their R-type specialty electronic gas?"

"9N grade."

Wendy fell silent, realizing how important Ascend Chemicals was to the Ford Group.

It had the Ford Group by the throat.

If this were just an ordinary business partner, William wouldn't need to meet them in person.

But for such an important negotiation, William brought her along?

Could it be...

Soon, the two met with the business partner.

When both sides met, William briefly introduced Wendy's role.

George Miller, the head of Ascend Chemicals, was in his early forties, overweight, with shrewd-looking eyes and signs of balding.

George looked at Wendy with a smile, putting on a kindly elder's demeanor: "Truly young and promising! It's rare to earn Mr. Ford's regard. Wendy, you must keep up the good work!"

Wendy smiled politely: "I will."

After chatting for a while, George said he needed to use the restroom.

When he returned, both sides continued drinking while discussing business.

George noticed Wendy's wine glass hadn't been touched and said with some displeasure: "Wendy, are you disrespecting me? Mr. Ford is drinking. Why aren't you?"

This remark had a double meaning—it pressured Wendy while also lowering William's status.

So what if William was the head of the Ford Group?

Right now, William still had to show him respect.

Hearing this, Wendy quickly glanced at William.

Drinking with clients?

Wendy hesitated, understanding she had no grounds to refuse. She picked up her wine glass, about to drink, when William suddenly took the glass from her hand.

"She can't hold her liquor. If she gets drunk, it might embarrass the Ford Group. I'll drink her share."

William downed it in one gulp.

George paused, smiled strangely, "Mr. Ford really takes care of his employees. In that case, let's drink until we drop! But if I drink one glass, you have to drink two!"

"No problem."

Wendy's heart stirred as she thought about how to help William escape later.

Just as Wendy was thinking of a solution, a server carrying wine glasses slipped and accidentally spilled red wine on William's suit.

The server's face went pale with fright as he apologized frantically.

"I'm so sorry! Sir, I... let me take you to change your clothes."

It wouldn't be appropriate to discuss business in wine-stained clothes. William had no choice but to get up and follow the server.

After William left, Wendy immediately became tense.

George was already drunk, his head drooping down. He looked unable to continue the conversation, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Just then, the server returned, saying William wanted Wendy to wait for him in the corridor.

Wendy was puzzled. After hesitating, she got up and followed the server to a corner in the corridor.

After the server left, Wendy waited quietly.

Before long, Wendy heard footsteps.

Her heart tightened.

Every time she had to face William, she got nervous.

But what Wendy didn't expect was that the person who appeared before her was actually George.

The drunk George still had some clarity in his eyes, but beyond that was undisguised desire.

"Mr. Ford really has good taste. Ms. Moore, you look beautiful today. This outfit is just perfect for you..."

Alarm bells went off in Wendy's mind. She immediately stepped back. "What are you doing!"

George grabbed her wrist.

George raised his other hand and placed it on her shoulder.

"Ms. Moore, didn't you come here today to discuss business with me? You can't refuse me, or I'll get angry..."

George looked at Wendy lecherously, then yanked hard.

Wendy's shoulder was suddenly exposed to the cool air.

"Get away from me!"

Wendy struggled with all her might, but she simply wasn't strong enough.

Just as Wendy was filled with despair, George, reeking of alcohol, was suddenly pulled away.

Wendy watched as William knocked George out with one punch, then threw a few more before looking up at her.

Wendy suddenly realized her upper body clothing was torn to shreds and hastily turned her back.

But she forgot she was wearing a backless dress.

In the dim light, her bare back and slender waist were exposed right before William's eyes.

William's gaze lingered for a few seconds before moving away.

Looking up, he suddenly caught sight of a small birthmark on Wendy's shoulder.

William froze, almost forgetting to breathe for a moment.

This birthmark—he felt like he'd seen it somewhere before!

It seemed... that night, the woman he'd had a one-night stand with also had a birthmark on her shoulder.