Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 898

Chapter 898

He picked up the phone and heard Lana’s pretentious voice. “Did you receive the Queen of the Night, Mr. Whitman? I’m sure you understand why I sent them.”

“For the last time, Lana Johnson, do not disturb me again. I have no interest, nor will I have any in the future, for women like you.”

Lana merely scoffed as her tone grew more smitten. “You’ll never know if you’re interested until you try. I hear that your wife’s four months pregnant, Mr. Whitman.”

This woman’s actions and speech were too unbridled. It was sickening.

Not wanting to waste his saliva on this woman, he hung up and blocked Lana’s number before he went to prepare for Madeline’s perfume testing that weekend.

However, he had not expected Lana to appear again.

Dressed seductively, Lana gave off a unique scent—one that Madeline could smell the moment she approached her.

The smell itself was good, yet Madeline felt it muddling her mind inexplicably.

Although she did not know how Lana got her hands on an invitation, Madeline had no other option but to let her stay.

Lana tried on a few of Madeline’s new perfume scents and sighed disappointingly. “It’s a shame I can’t work with Mr. and Mrs. Whitman because of my relationship with my brother. I really want to partner with you, but I’m sure you wouldn’t want me around too much.

“Sometimes I just wish I could sever my ties with my brother. I know his trades are illegal, but I can’t seem to convince him to stop.” Lana raised her hopeless and innocent eyes. “Do you think we’ll ever get the chance to work together, Mrs. Whitman?”

Hearing Lana’s question, Jeremy, who had been by Madeline’s side the entire night, was well aware that her intentions had never been for a partnership at all. Her target was him.

“My wife and I have been very clear, Miss Johnson. We do not wish to partner with you.” Jeremy’s attitude was aloof.

Lana raised her wine glass and poked the tip of her tongue out to lick her red lips. Staring at the alluring man, her desire grew.

Madeline’s head throbbed, so she walked to the corridor for a breather. Jeremy followed.