The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 244

These orders weren't worth signing anyway!

She pulled Betty up from the seat and shielded her behind her own back.

"A bunch of grown men bullying a young girl into drinking—aren't you disgusted with yourselves?"

Mr. Gates peeked nervously at Miles's expression, not daring to breathe too loudly. "Ms. Jenner, it's all a misunderstanding."

"Yes, exactly! It's a profitable order for two hundred thousand dresses, why wouldn't we take it?"

Someone tried to smooth things over. "Mr. Zimmerman is here now, it's all just a mix-up. Let's sit down and talk."

Miles remained entirely composed. He pulled out a chair and sat down next to Claire.

He picked up her used glass and took a sip. Her faint lipstick mark was still on the rim.

That subtle, intimate gesture was not lost on anyone in the room.

He spoke, his voice carrying a faint, lazy drawl.

"Liquor? Since you gentlemen enjoy forcing drinks on people so much, I'll keep you company until you've had your fill."

The men nearly lost their souls in terror. They hurriedly grabbed their glasses and scrambled to stand up and toast him, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

Miles tilted his head slightly, looking at Claire. His eyes were filled with nothing but pure indulgence. "Tell me, how much should they drink?"

Claire slowly held up one finger.

Miles nodded. "My wife says one glass each. Start pouring."

But the finger Claire held up waved gently back and forth. "Not one glass each. I mean—keep drinking."

A helpless, thoroughly devoted smile tugged at the corners of Miles's eyes. He had absolutely no bottom line when it came to her.

He turned to the waiter standing outside the door. "Bring in ten more bottles of your strongest whiskey."

"And call an ambulance to wait outside while you're at it."

The manufacturers trembled in terror, apologizing profusely.

"We're sorry, we know we messed up. We offended you, Ms. Jenner."

"It was a misunderstanding, a total misunderstanding, Mrs. Zimmerman."

Claire cut them off coldly, piercing right through their hypocrisy.

"You don't know you're wrong. You're just scared."

"You throw your weight around and prey on young girls. You make me sick. Have you no shame?"

Summit was equivalent to a dozen Hurst Garments.

So Miles had handed the Hurst resources over to Lauren Sinclair...

And then found an even more powerful partner for her?

What was this? A slap in the face followed by a piece of candy?

But this piece of candy was massive. She would gladly take ten slaps for this kind of payoff!

Suppressing her doubts, Claire looked back at the men across the table.

"Take your time enjoying the drinks. I'm leaving. Oh, and make sure you finish every drop. It's his treat."

Claire pointed lightly at Miles.

She led Betty out of the room. Miles immediately grabbed her purse and quickly followed.

Dead silence filled the private room.

After a long time, a pale-faced Lucas stared at the ten bottles of liquor on the table and forced out a single sentence.

"Who the hell told us she was divorced?"