The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 286

Harrison was the wealthiest man in Seraphim Haven and the president of the local business association. He was the town's legend.

Many of the local ladies from prominent families, even young female entrepreneurs, had a secret crush on him. Wherever he went, he was always the center of attention.

A group of women near Roxanne started to squeal quietly.

"Mr. Rodriguez is coming this way, he’s coming this way. Could he be interested in me?"

The conversation was just as excited among the rest of the group.

"He's so handsome, I’m weak in the knees."

"Are you serious? You have a 10-year-old, are you hoping for something to happen with Mr. Rodriguez?"

"If I could, I’d trade thirty years of my life for a chance with him."

Another woman chimed in, "You're not seriously thinking about sleeping with Mr. Rodriguez, are you?"

The conversation took a turn, repeatedly mentioning Harrison.

"I hear that men with long legs are good in bed. Look at Mr. Rodriguez's height, his legs, so long."

"But don’t get your hopes up. If you actually managed to get with Mr. Rodriguez, a man as tall, handsome, and disciplined as he is, you wouldn’t even be able to get out of bed the next day. You’d be too weak in the knees."

Weak in the knees!

Roxanne had experienced that feeling herself.

She was close enough to hear the conversation, unable to ignore it.

The image of Harrison, being fierce in bed, uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

After all, he was the only man with whom she had ever been intimate.

Forgetting those images was impossible.

Especially since Harrison was so tantalizing and enticing in that respect, capable of taking her to the heights of ecstasy, allowing her to experience the wonders of life.

Once was enough.

She felt awful.

Why was she still thinking about the past after they had separated?

Never mind.

She would avoid him.

She needed to draw a clear line with this man.

There was plenty of space at the banquet, plenty of places where she could avoid running into Harrison.

Just as a high-society woman stopped Harrison, she turned and left.

"Mr. Rodriguez, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Kimberly from Elysian Enterprises, do you remember? We’ve had many business dealings together.

Today, it is indeed a great honor to meet you in person."

Kimberly’s talent and business acumen were almost on par with Evelyn’s.

Harrison did remember her.

He had never seen her in person before, it had always been Alexander and Samuel who had negotiated business deals with her.

She was a very attractive woman.

But Harrison had no interest in her, he only glanced at her once before his gaze followed the direction in which Roxanne had left.

In the blink of an eye, she had disappeared into the crowd.

Harrison frowned slightly.

He was clearly annoyed.

Unfortunately, Kimberly didn’t seem to get the hint and blocked his way.

"Mr. Rodriguez, we've been partners for a long time, would you mind if we exchanged WhatsApp contact details?"

She quickly presented her own WhatsApp QR code.

While waiting, Kimberly maintained a professional smile, but her eyes were full of implication.

"Mr. Rodriguez, I heard that you're a fan of antiques and artworks. I recently won a painting. If you're interested, you're welcome to come over to my place to study it.

Or I could deliver it to your place, either way works for me."

Harrison instantly understood her hint. He had encountered many such pursuers over the years.

He had never shown any interest.

He didn’t want to be a gentleman to these women.

Being a gentleman would only encourage ambiguity and give them hope.

He had a keen sense of boundaries.

He asked bluntly, "Are we familiar?"

Kimberly was taken aback.

It was a Bentley with wings.

A slight scratch on the car would cost hundreds of thousands to repair.

Let alone, she had caused a large dent in it.

As she got out of the car, she bumped into a man in a suit with a big belly.

Seeing her driving a Volkswagen, he spat out a few sarcastic words.

"Are your eyes in your ass? How could you hit me like this?

Do you have any idea how much this car is worth? Even selling you wouldn't cover the cost.

Pick up your phone right away. If you have a car, sell it. If you have a house, sell it. Compensate for my car."

Roxanne's business was thriving these days.

She may not be earning billions, but several hundred thousand a year was not out of reach.

A little bump in Bentley was no big deal, especially with the financial backing of Vincent and Harrison. Compensation was easy.

"How much? I'll pay," she said, straightforward and direct.

She hit the car, it was only fair to compensate.

But this man in a suit with his protruding belly was far from polite.

She felt like punching him.

"So, what are you going to compensate with, hm? Your company in bed? You're quite attractive. Got money to pay? If not, a few months with you wouldn't be bad."

The pot-bellied man reached out his thick, pork-like hand towards her chest.

Roxanne, already in a bad mood, felt her anger spiking.

She owned the hotel, she could handle the consequences of hitting him.

She raised her hand to slap him.

But a strong, muscular arm intervened first.

Grasping the pot-bellied man's arm, causing him to cry out in pain. He turned around to see who it was, his face turning ashen.

It was Harrison.

"Mr. Rodriguez!"