The man, Andrew, bowed his head respectfully before signaling the men behind him. They carried in several large boxes, each holding a luxurious showcase displaying ten limited-edition RW watches.
Sam's jaw dropped as his eyes sparkled with disbelief. He quickly covered his mouth to stop himself from squealing. Meanwhile, Rainee's confusion deepened. Had Sam won some kind of lottery?
"What... what is this?" she asked, watching the men place the boxes inside without waiting for permission.
Andrew smiled nervously and cleared his throat.
"Mr. Fraser asked me to deliver all 3,000 pieces of the limited-edition watches to your brother."
Sam gasped audibly. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the first piece in the showcase, numbered 0001, the exact one he'd admired on Alex Fraser's wrist earlier that day. He snatched it up, cradling it like a precious gem.
Meanwhile, Rainee's expression turned cold. She scoffed and crossed her arms.
"I told him I wouldn't apologize to him at any cost---"
"Sir doesn't want your apology," Andrew interrupted, his voice faltering. "He requested your presence... at his private suite tonight."
Rainee's confusion deepened, her eyes narrowing.
"For what?"
Andrew hesitated, visibly uncomfortable. He leaned in and whispered in her ear,
"He... he wants to spend the night with you."
Rainee's eyes widened in shock. She took a step back, her voice trembling with rage.
"WHAT?!"
Andrew flinched but quickly added,
"These watches are just a gesture. You can ask for anything else after..."
Before he could finish, Rainee stormed toward one of the showcases, picked it up with both hands, and hurled it out the door with a loud crash. Sam winced as if his heart had shattered along with the watches.
The entire room froze. Rainee's parents exchanged nervous glances, suspecting that someone had insulted their daughter.
"Take your garbage and get out of my house!"
Rainee yelled, her voice echoing through the neighborhood.
"What kind of man does this? Is he even human?! Tell your boss to show his face if he has any guts!"
The men scrambled to pick up the boxes and leave, clearly intimidated. Meanwhile, Sam discreetly hid the first watch in his pocket, pretending to be uninterested.
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In a luxurious penthouse, Alex Fraser sat on the edge of his bed, sipping wine from a crystal glass. Fresh from a shower, he was in an unusually good mood. The thought of her surrendering to him made his pulse quicken.
A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.
"Come in," he called.
Andrew entered, his face pale with nervousness. Bowing deeply, he stammered,
"I'm sorry, sir."
Alex's smirk faded, his grip tightening on the glass.
"What happened?" he demanded through gritted teeth.
Andrew didn't dare speak. Instead, he handed Alex his phone, a recorded video ready to play. Alex snatched the device, setting his glass aside, and began watching.
The video showed she hurling the watches out of her house, her words cutting deeper than any blade. As Alex watched her angry tirade and saw her challenge him in front of his employees, his fury boiled over.
"Get out," he hissed, his voice dangerously low.
"Sir, I—"
"I SAID GET OUT!" Alex roared, his voice shaking the walls.
Andrew bolted, leaving the room without another word.
Alex hurled the phone across the suite, shattering it against the wall. Grabbing his wine glass, he downed the rest in one gulp before slamming it onto the table.
"That fucking girl," he muttered darkly, his eyes burning with rage. "You think you can humiliate me? I'll show you your place. Get ready to face hell on earth."
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Alex sat in the back of his car, rubbing his temple in frustration. His headache had been relentless since morning, a result of a sleepless night spent obsessing over her. After destroying his phone in a fit of rage, he had ordered his PA at midnight to send another copy of the video footage.
Since then, Alex had watched the clip of Rainee's defiance on a loop. Her words had cut him, but something about her,the fire in her eyes, the boldness in her demeanor, kept drawing him in. Now, as the car moved through the city, her voice and image refused to leave his mind.
He sighed, pressing his head against the cool glass of the car window.
"Drive to that arrogant girl's workplace," he commanded abruptly.
His assistant glanced at him through the rearview mirror but obeyed without question, relaying the order to the other cars in the convoy.
Alex barely knew anything about her, not even her full name. He hadn't cared enough to ask for her details before. But now, he needed to know everything.
As the car pulled up in front of the office building, Alex's heart skipped a beat. There she was, standing outside, her bright smile making his chest tighten in a way he didn't understand. Then, his jaw clenched as he saw her run toward a man and wrap him in a hug.
"Who is he?" Alex's voice was low and icy.
His assistant hesitated before replying, "If I'm not mistaken, that's Ms. Rainee's boyfriend. He works at your subsidiary nearby."
Alex's tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as a dangerous smirk spread across his face. Jealousy flared in his chest, fueling the storm brewing inside him.
"So, her name is Rainee," he murmured. "And she works for James Smith's company, the man who's been begging me for our recent upcoming project."
"Yes, sir. This office belongs to Mr. Smith."
Alex's smirk widened, though his eyes never left Rainee and the man.
"Perfect. Call him. Tell him I'm outside."
His assistant nodded and made the call. Within two minutes, a flurry of activity erupted. Security guards lined the entrance as James Smith himself rushed out to greet Alex, bowing deeply before opening the car door.
"What a pleasant surprise, Mr. Fraser! If you wanted to meet me, a call would have sufficed. I would have come to you immediately!"
Alex stepped out, his expression unreadable as he met James's eager smile.
"I was passing by and thought I'd stop to see you. I hope it's not an inconvenience."
"No, no! Not at all! It's an honor to have you here. Please, come inside."
Alex nodded, walking alongside James toward the building. Employees lined the hallways, bowing his head respectfully as they passed. Alex spared only a brief glance at Rainee, who stood glaring at him with barely concealed fury.
Her defiance sent a jolt of satisfaction through him. At least now, her attention was on him and not the man beside her.
Inside James's office, Alex sank into the chairman's chair, exuding an air of dominance. James stood nervously in front of him, hands clasped.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Fraser?"
Alex leaned back, his voice smooth and deliberate.
"I'm considering awarding you my upcoming project. Are you still interested?"
James's face lit up with excitement.
"Of course! Thank you so much, Mr. Fraser! We won't disappoint you!"
Alex's smirk returned, though his eyes shifted toward the door.
"That's what I'm expecting, Mr. Smith. Now, call Ms. Rainee. I'd like to speak with her privately."