Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 60

Upon seeing who it was, her face fell, “Mr. Ferber.”

Mr. Ferber, flushed and staggering, was clearly intoxicated. He leered at her with a crude grin, “Ms. Chambers.”

Rosemary’s gaze fell onto the keycard he held tightly, “You better explain how you got a keycard to my room.”

Though she didn’t really need an explanation; it was evidently a money-grubbing employee who had handled it to him. Her question was just to confirm his intentions for being there.

His gaze seemed to pin on her, “Didn’t you ask me to find a spot without cameras for our meeting? I’m just following through on that invite!”

He clumsily made his way in, even brazenly shut the door behind him, and licked his lips as he advanced upon Rosemary, “What’s a safer and more comfortable place than a room? I’m starting to believe that rumor about Mr. Templeton spending a whopping three hundred million just to keep you.”

Even in her old-fashioned nightgown and a face bare of any makeup, Rosemary was undeniably a breathtaking sight.

“I may not be able to give you three hundred million, but I assure you, I’ll treat you better than Mr. Templeton ever could, and I’ll be devoted only to you. My eyes would forsake all else.”

He could muster the three hundred million, but he’d be damned if he’d spend that much simply for a woman’s company.

Rosemary wanted to pummel his head open to search for brains. Gradually, she edged herself backward until she felt the table pressing against her lower back, “If you're not as young or attractive as Maxwell and if you can't provide me with the funds, why would I think I’d forsake him for you?”

Listening to her question, Mr. Ferber believed there was a chance for him and eagerly moved closer, “I can offer you Mrs. Ferber’s title. Stay by my side, and as soon as I’m back in Zion City, I’ll divorce that old hag.”

Rosemary was silent.

And in those few seconds of silence, Mr. Ferber had already closed in on her, his heavyset hand reaching out.

She asked, her voice frosty, “Aren’t you afraid of invoking Mr. Templeton’s anger? The cooperation you're not as young or attractive as Maxwell and if you can't provide me with the funds.”

She hadn’t paid much attention to their business talks, but she understood that Maxwell was the dominant.

“Mr. Templeton’s too preoccupied to care about you right now; he’s likely shacking up with some chick right now. As for our deal, it’s well-sealed already. It’s in the range tens, perhaps even hundreds of billions. Even the penalty fee for breaking such a contract would range in billions. Not even the legitimate Mrs. Templeton could botch it.”

Backing his claim, Mr. Ferber showed a photo on his phone. In it, Maxwell was surrounded by scantily clad women, one of them leaning in with a drink, her fullness barely enclosed within her low-cut outfit. The logo of the nightclub downstairs was visible in the backdrop.

“Mr. Templeton might be young, affluent, and influential, but he can neither offer you recognition nor can he remain committed to you indefinitely. I can provide all that.”

Bang! The room resonated with Mr. Ferber’s screams like a pig being butchered, followed by the sight of him cradling his head as bleeding head, his fingers stained with blood which fell freely onto the dark carpet.

“See why I needed a place away from surveillance cameras? Idiot.”

Rosemary, wielding a table lamp, continued her onslaught.

Several powerful blows later, Mr. Ferber finally got the hint. He seized the lamp base, “You bitch.”

She was insane!

Men are naturally stronger than women, and even an overweight idiot like Mr. Ferber could pack a punch. Caught off guard by Rosemary’s sudden attack, he now held the lamp she swung at him again, his glare fixated upon her as if he would rip her apart.

He violently tugged at her. Rosemary released her hold but was propelled forward due to the momentum.

And that small step was enough for Mr. Ferber needed to catch her.