Chapter 349

Hale Corporation. When Julian finally left the office, it was already half past two in the morning. Too late to head home—he figured he'd crash at a hotel instead. Not wanting to drag his driver around at that hour, Julian had told him to head out early, then took the wheel himself. Just as he parked the car, someone suddenly crashed onto his hood. Julian frowned—really? Another drunk pulling a scam this late? "You're so late…" The woman mumbled, eyes barely open. "Such poor service…" Julian shot a cold glance at the 'accident victim.' A petite woman in heels, maybe a little over 160cm, slim, wearing a spaghetti-strap minidress—waist so small you'd think she missed a few organs. Her jet-black hair fell past her waist, and though her face was kinda cute and delicate, she reeked of alcohol and clearly didn't know who he was. Julian checked the time, not in the mood for nonsense. "Where are your friends? Call them to pick you up." "I gave you ten grand for the night… what more do you want