"I'm at the golf club, come here immediately."
When she received the message from Jamie Shen, Marilyn Ye was doing the final acceptance of a project on the construction site.
Wearing a construction helmet, she looked at the hot sun above her head and replied to Jamie: "I'm at the construction site, can I go there later?"
Jamie quickly replied: "30 minutes."
Along with this message came a picture of Marilyn, a photo of Marilyn without any clothes.
Jamie, as the leader of the real estate industry, the women’s man, the most eligible bachelor, was certainly not the kind of man who threatened women to yield with photos. He disdained to do such things, he just wanted to embarrass her.
His phone was full of photos of her in various poses, and from time to time he would send out one or two to show her, reminding her how cheap, humble, unbearable, ugly, degenerate, and depraved she was.
He used practical actions to tell her how much he owned her.
Marilyn did not dare to delay, and quickly explained the situation to her leader at job. She lied that she had a stomach ache and she had to see a doctor right away, so she left the construction site under the sight of the bewildered leader.
A taxi was intercepted outside the construction site, and she rushed to the golf club in the suburbs where Jamie usually went.
When Marilyn arrived, Jamie was playing golf with a client. He was wearing a white shirt and standing on the spacious green lawn. He had a perfect profile, a firm jaw, and a handsome back. When he swung up and down, every move exudes a woman-obsessed mature male charm.
The afternoon sunlight penetrated the thin clouds, and the light fell on his head. His whole body was shrouded in faint light and shadow, and he looked like a sparkling diamond from behind.
An assistant quietly whispered a word in his ear.
Jamie turned around lazily and glanced at Marilyn who was standing behind him. With a mocking smile on his dark eyes, he turned to the assistant beside him.
Soon, Jamie's assistant walked in Marilyn's direction and brought her an order: "Mr. Shen asked you to wait for him in the guest room. It's the same one as before."
Marilyn replied in embarrassment, "Okay."
In this situation, she appeared in this venue, and everyone present knew why she came. Just now, she saw several clients next to Jamie and stared at herself with a special gaze.
Those strange gazes made her associate herself with a prostitute, her cheeks were hot and dry, she lowered her head and walked towards the guest room.
Marilyn was in the guest room and waited until nine o'clock in the evening before she heard the door "click" and was opened from outside.
Jamie seemed to be drunk, walking a little wobbly, Marilyn got off the bed barefoot, trot to him, and hung up his coat for him.
He stood behind her and stared at the back of her head for a few seconds, seeming to wonder why she appeared here.
Marilyn actively reminded him: "Mr. Shen, you called me over this afternoon. I have been waiting for you for a few hours."
Jamie rubbed his forehead, as if only then did he remember the incident. While unbuttoning his shirt, he sat down on the sofa, hooked his hand and motioned to her.
Marilyn walked towards him, he just unbuttoned the last shirt button, revealing the firm chest skin.
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