Chapter 154

The San Francisco branch was suddenly under investigation.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she asked the question softly.

"Was it you?"

Adrian Sinclair's gaze paused, then he admitted frankly.

"It was me."

He stood with his hands in his pockets, his figure tall and straight.

"The branch is full of loopholes. If we don't investigate now, it will collapse sooner or later."

Anna Ross bit her lower lip.

A plea shimmered in her eyes.

"Can you stop?"

She remembered her mother's pale face.

Howard Lowell's threats hung over her heart like a blade.

Every argument was stained with the scent of blood.

Adrian's Adam's apple moved.

His voice was low and hoarse.

"What identity are you using to beg me?"

She froze.

Executive Assistant? Ex-girlfriend?

Both seemed ridiculous.

The light fell on his sharply defined face.

She turned her face away, hiding her embarrassment.

Her fingertips dug into her palms.

"What you said before..."

She took a deep breath.

"About me being your mistress. Is that offer still valid?"

His eyes darkened instantly.

"Always valid."

"I accept."

She closed her eyes, her voice trembling.

"On one condition—stop the investigation."

The air solidified.

He watched her in silence.

As if trying to see through her soul.

"Why?"

He finally spoke.

His voice carried an unbelievable coldness.

The person who would rather die than submit before.

Was now voluntarily stepping into a cage.

He couldn't understand her.