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Chapter 1 First Encounter

Chapter 1 First Encounter

The room was dimly lit, with the faint sunlight coming in through the gap between the curtains.

A young girl nestled down in the pure white bedding with her eyes slightly closed, and her red and tender lips were so alluring that they tempted someone to kiss her.

It felt like she was being held in someone's arms, with warm breath falling over her ears and filling the air.

"If you don't want to, just tell me."

Angelina unconsciously clenched her hand. Her cheeks were slightly flushing, and she felt dizzy.

She dreamed of this voice again.

It seemed as if she were really experiencing it.

Angelina's scalp tingled, and her heart was pounding so violently that she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or not.

The voice was just so tempting.

...

Under the cold light, Angelina changed into a black slip dress, revealing her tender skin and showing off her nice curves. She was, without a doubt, a real stunner.

The phone, which had been casually placed on the dressing table, was put on speaker.

"So your grandfather pretended to be sick and colluded with the butler to trick you into coming home yesterday, just to arrange a marriage for you?"

Angelina looked at herself in the mirror and laughed. "Yes, my grandpa cares about his comrade-in- arms and always wants me to marry into the Fuller family because he thinks it was Mr. Henry's wish when Mr. Henry was alive."

Angelina's grandfather had been talking about the engagement all day yesterday at the old house. Otherwise, Angelina wouldn't have had that inexplicable dream about that kind of scene. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

When she thought of it now, she couldn't help blushing, and her heart raced.

Angelina looked at the bottles and jars in front of her and finally chose the Flame series of GC. "Where did you say Ishmael would go tonight?"

The soft smell of the top note was intoxicating, with layers of fragrance, sexy and irresistible.

"Night Siren. Everyone in their circle will be there. It's said that they organized the party because a big shot has returned from abroad. By the way, since you don't want to get engaged, why are you still paying so much attention to Ishmael?"

Angelina narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly. "Since I can't convince my grandpa, I can only do something to Ishmael."

Ishmael liked pure and innocent women who always looked pitiful and helpless.

Angelina was going to do the opposite, dressing up as a hot lady and going to seduce him.

If the Fullers canceled the engagement, her grandpa would no longer be fixated on fulfilling Henry's wish.

...

The door to the private room was opened from the outside, and a tall man walked in, handing his suit jacket to a waiter on the side.

With just one glance, one could feel his great and powerful charisma.

"Sorry. I had a conference call to attend to, so I'm late." Keith's face remained calm, his voice low, pleasant, and clear.

As soon as he finished his sentences, the others at the table laughed and echoed, "It's fine. Mr. Fuller, you've just returned to the country. Naturally, you have a lot of things to attend to. We understand."

Ishmael also respectfully stood up. "Hello, Uncle Keith."

Keith gave a slight nod, casually sweeping his gaze across the crowd. Then, he walked toward the only remaining seat at the table. It was the head seat.

His imposing presence made even the other bigwigs in the circle feel a bit restrained.

Due to his status, Ishmael sat next to Keith.

Shortly after Ishmael took his seat, he got messages and phone calls one after another.

He made up an excuse and went out. "Hello, Rosie."

As soon as Ishmael answered the call, he heard a few sobbing sounds. "Ishmael, am I bothering you?"

Ishmael frowned slightly. "What's wrong? I'll be there soon. Don't worry."

Meanwhile, Angelina, who had a wonderfully fair complexion, walked slowly into the club in her stilettos and coincidentally passed by the man to whom she was supposed to get engaged.

Abraham, Angelina's grandfather, hadn't met Henry for a long time, and Angelina had never even seen Ishmael, so she, of course, didn't recognize Ishmael.

Mindy texted, "I've sent you the private room number. The Fullers have always been low-key, so I couldn't get photos of them. In all likelihood, the most handsome one in the crowd is Ishmael."

Angelina replied, "Got it."

The private room was quiet, and the door was suddenly opened.

After Angelina walked in, she received searching glances from many people in the room.

She wore a black slip dress that emphasized her curves. Her prominent collarbones and slender waist were extremely alluring.

As soon as Angelina made her way in, she caught sight of a Fuller, the most eye-catching man in the room, and she thought he was her "fiancé-to-be".

The man remained seated in a laid-back manner with his slender hands naturally resting on the table. The valuable watch on his wrist reduced some of his powerful vibes.

He wore a simple white shirt paired with a dark tie, but his stunning appearance and temperament made it impossible to ignore him.

It was probably a kind of mysterious and gloomy sexiness.

The waiter behind Angelina quickly explained, "This young lady says she's here to meet Mr. Fuller."Mr. Fuller?

Coincidentally, there was only one Mr. Fuller left in the private room.

Upon hearing that, Keith casually looked up at Angelina.

From Angelina's angle, she could see the smooth and delicate contours of his face.

His eyes seemed to sparkle with joy and interest when he looked at her, and she wondered if it was just her illusion.

"Ahem! Are you sure she's here to see Mr. Fuller?" The others in the private room couldn't help but ask.

Although Keith had been abroad for many years, they hadn't heard of him seeing any women, even if he was a business tycoon.

Angelina bypassed the others in the private room and walked straight to Keith's side, her small heels making a clickety-clacking sound on the wooden floor.

Then, she slightly leaned over and looked at Keith's chiseled face.

As soon as she bent, her fair and charming chest came into no one else but Keith's view.

Her black dress was in sharp contrast to her fair skin.

Angelina gave a big smile and drawled, "Yes, I'm here to serve Mr. Fuller. Mr. Fuller, are you satisfied?"

When she uttered the word "satisfied," her voice was extremely pleasant and tempting.

The others at the table shook their heads slightly, thinking, "Others might fall for it, but Mr. Fuller is known for being uninterested in women. We believe he will order someone to drive her away

without even sparing a glance at her, let alone talk to her. Alas! This lady is so hot and breathtaking. What a pity!"

However, beyond everyone's expectation, Keith asked in a low and slow tone, "What do you think? Do you think I'm satisfied?"