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Chapter 17 Michael's Off Switch

"Alright." Emma could not tell if Michael was drunk or sober. If he was drunk, he was still able to carry her to the bedroom. If he was sober, though... He did not look like the usually composed and almost aloof person Michael was. She shifted her gaze to the tattoo on his collarbone and bit down on it hard. "I'm sorry, I..." "Mr. Brown, can we do this for the last time today?" Her voice was raspy, with a hint of playful pleading. Michael did not respond, but after this encounter, he got up and headed to the bathroom. Emma thought to herself, 'It seems I've found Michael's off switch!' She had bitten his tattoo in a moment of desperation, hoping to remind Michael of his significant other. Just as she thought, he let her be! While Michael was in the shower, Emma quickly got dressed and grabbed her notebook. As soon as he emerged in a dark bathrobe, she quickly asked, "I'm planning to redo the due diligence for MystiCorp completely. "I'll also communicate with their head tomorrow. I just rewrote a contract, emphasizing the breach of contract part. Can you review it for me?" She tried her best to sound like an assistant who had followed her boss home to continue working. Michael slightly furrowed his thick eyebrows as he lightly wiped his still-wet hair. "Were you not just saying you were tired?" Emma instantly understood his meaning and awkwardly pulled at her lips. "I-I..." "An assistant will bring dinner over later." "Huh?" "We'll eat while we talk." Emma stared at his retreating figure, lost in thought. Had he not just been to a social event? Why did he have his assistant deliver dinner, then? It was perfect timing, though. She had not eaten dinner. Emma trailed after him to the dining hall. This time, the assistant had brought an array of seafood and gourmet dishes. Just one glance at the spread on the table was enough to tell her that the cost of the meal was beyond her means. "Go ahead. There's no garlic," Michael gestured for her to start eating, while he picked up a crab and began to deshell it. She had not noticed before, but his hands were strikingly handsome. They were pale, with distinct knuckles and long fingers. This man was seemingly flawless. "Mr. Brown, you don't eat garlic either?" Michael was engrossed in the crab in his hand. Only after a few seconds did he grunt in acknowledgment. Emma was genuinely hungry. Since he had offered her food, refusing it would only make things awkward. She ate quietly for a while, then suddenly realized that all the crab meat Michael had prepared had ended up on her plate! "Mr. Brown?" "Eat." Michael clearly had no intention of answering her question. His voice was soft and warm as he said, "In situations like this, we can't just rely on contracts. If we want the cash flow to cover the promised investment, there are many other solutions. "We can negotiate with a third party to fill the gap or apply to the head office for a loan to the partner. This way, the project has a chance of restarting..." Emma's mind cleared instantly. She immediately put down her cutlery, ready to draft an application. Suddenly, Michael caught her wrist, and she found herself looking into his narrow, handsome eyes. The intensity in his gaze grew stronger, almost scorching. "You look pretty energized, don't you?" Emma opened her mouth to protest, "But I just said—" "I didn't agree, did I?"

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