Chapter 162

Autumn trailed after Harrison to a secluded booth, tucked away with floor-to-ceiling windows ahead and the main ballroom stretching out behind them. "Mr. Clarke, Ms. Gray is here." "Hello, Ms. Gray," Evan greeted. Evan was in his 50s with a heavy-set build and graying hair. Apart from his title, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man. "Hello, Mr. Clarke," Autumn replied politely. Harrison stepped back, positioning himself behind them. Without warning, Evan lifted the hem of his shirt. Autumn's expression froze. "Ms. Gray, I admire you. How about we have a little fun tonight?" Evan tugged his shirt back down, concealing the vile thing that shouldn't have been seen. Autumn's fists clenched and unclenched as she let out a cold laugh. "Mr. Clarke, you're over 50 years old. Has any woman you've been with ever told you you're like a rotten cucumber?" Evan, seasoned and unshaken, smirked. "Ms. Gray, you've got character. I like that. Come with me and I'll give you 5 million dolla