Victoria's face turned pale instantly and she struggled to say something.
"Shh..." Ribs pressed a finger against her lips with irresistible force, his eyes as cold as a knife, "Don't ruin the atmosphere.
Since you've offered me a 'demonstration service'... I won't hesitate."
In the following time, what Victoria felt was not the pleasure of sexual intercourse, but the torture of being conquered and exploited unilaterally.
While she was paying the most primitive price to win the order, Ribbs didn't even take off his expensive trousers.
After an unknown amount of time, the storm subsided.
Victoria curled up in a corner of the sofa, her clothes disheveled, her hair messy, her eyes empty, and her carefully applied makeup long gone.
Ribs was already standing by the window, buttoning his shirt cuffs slowly and methodically, as if he had just finished an ordinary meeting.
"Now," Ribbs ordered in a flat, unmoved voice, "Alfred."
The door opened, and Alfred seemed to have never left the door, with no abnormality in his expression.
Ross was also invited in. Looking at the scene inside, he immediately lowered his head, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
He had to buy the best aircraft that best suited his needs. As for this kind of clumsy seduction, it was just a little additive in Ribbs's daily life. After enjoying it, he would kick it away when it was time to do so, without mercy.
New York still needs to deal with Kruen, and the Blue Roof is advancing, so they don't have the mind to be disturbed by such tricks.
"I've already had an in-depth conversation with this young lady," Ribbs said slowly. "Gulfstream aircraft are like exquisite works of art...but the Boeing is the aircraft I want most."
Victoria, the Gulfstream representative, struggled to stand up from the sofa, her lips trembling and her voice tinged with tears: "Mr. Speaker... Mr. Speaker... We, the Gulfstream..."
Ribs finally glanced at her and said, "Victoria, I am very satisfied with your 'service'. But you are too greedy. Gulfstream's plan... lacks strength. Alfred, see the 'guest' off."
Alfred stepped aside to make way for the door, his face expressionless. "Ma'am, this way, please."
Under Alfred's silent pressure, Victoria didn't dare to say another word.
She bit her lower lip hard, her cheeks burning. The unprecedented humiliation and the blow of her plan failing made her almost unable to stand. She could only be "escorted" by Alfred, hurriedly sorting out her clothes and stumbling out of this apartment that symbolized the pinnacle of power in Chicago.
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