Ran out of money

Chapter-44

After struggling to get away from him, Dahlia's face was as red as a tomato. Beads of sweat trailed down her body. Her sultry eyes looked as if they could drill a hole into Dustin's skull.

Didn't he just apply some ointment on her? So why was she giving him such an embarrassed look?

"Haven't you seen enough? Get out!" she screamed as she pulled up the blanket to cover her body.

Her slender waist and upturned hips were a sight to behold indeed.

"Just apply this ointment for three to five days, then your scars will disappear," he said bluntly. He then put down the ointment before leaving the room sheepishly.

After about ten minutes, Dahlia exited the room fully clothed.

Compared to the woman full of rage and shame a moment ago, the woman in front of him now was her usual, cold self. She pretended as if nothing had happened between them at all.

"Lend me your phone. I have a call to make," she ordered as she rushed over to him while he was sipping on some chicken soup with her hand outstretched.

He didn't make a peep as he handed his phone over to her without hesitation.

"What's your lock screen password?" she asked.

"Your birthday," he answered without even lifting his head. His answer made her stiffen and a small corner of her lips turned upwards for a short while before disappearing again.

"Hmph!" She pouted, feigning disdain.

After unlocking his phone, the first number she dialed was her family, to update them on her whereabouts.

Following that, she dialed Lyra's number.

*So good to finally hear from you again, Ms. Nicholson! Where have you been for the past two days? How come there weren't any updates at all?" Lyra asked anxiously.

"Something came up, so a few things had to be put on hold. How's the company doing now?" she asked.

"The new company just opened shop and is currently doing well. And with the Harmon family's backing. everything is in order. However, the Jackson Group managed to get itself into some hot water the past two days, I'm afraid." Lyra explained.

"What kind of hot water?" she asked, feeling a little uneasy.

"We had a hard time recouping our funds as several partners have not paid back their share of the money yet, so the company was unable to break even. It's a good thing that you still have that reserve fund of 80 million dollars, just enough to save the company." Lyra chuckled.

"Reserve funds?" she repeated while her expression twisted into a frown. "I'm afraid that the money is gone," she admitted.

"Gone? What do you mean gone?" Lyra spluttered.

"I trusted the wrong person. I was fooled by Chris," she answered honestly, without trying to conceal the truth. She then gave Lyra a quick rundown of the events that transpired. Upon reaching the end of her story. Lyra exploded in a fit of rage. "That bastard Chris is certainly a piece of work! How dare he cheat us of our money when we put all our trust in him! Let's get him arrested right away!"

"There's no point. He's probably fled the country by now," she mumbled as she let out a soft sigh.

"What should we do now, Ms. Nicholson? The company has no liquidity, so it'll be hard to run operations normally."

"I'll think of something…" she trailed off in reply.

"Oh right, don't we still have the Harmons? Since we're their partner, the Harmons can definitely help us if only you give them a call," Lyra suggested hurriedly.

"The Harmons?" she asked with wrinkled brows. She would've thought of doing that had she not learned about Natasha before this, but it was impossible to ask her for help now.

Dahlia had her pride as a woman too, so she absolutely refused to bow down to Natasha Harmon!

"I'll take care of this, so you go busy yourself with other matters now," she directed. After exchanging a few more words with her secretary, she hung up the phone.

"What's this about the company being in hot water?" Dustin looked up and asked.

"Drive me to Eastern River Bank. I have something to do there," she ordered without giving him an explanation.

"Your wish," he said with a nod before finishing his soup in one gulp. He then drove the both of them in his car to Eastern River Bank. Upon her arrival at the bank, Dahlia was quickly ushered into a private office. As for Dustin, he was instructed to wait outside.

"Oh? Isn't this Ms. Nicholson from the Jackson Group? What brings you here to my office today?"

Sitting inside the office was a balding man with a fat head and big ears. He perked up the moment he laid his beady eyes on her.

"Mr. Chansey, my company has encountered some problems with our capital turnover, so we need a loan from you with the same interest rate as before," she explained concisely.

"A loan? How much?" he asked while stroking his chin. His lecherous eyes looked her up and down.

*80 million dollars," she answered without flinching.

"Heh, you are aware that this isn't a small sum of money, right?" he shot back with a pained expression.

"This isn't the first time we've worked together, Mr. Chansey. You should know where my company stands by now," she retorted.

"I'm afraid it's no longer a matter of credibility, but my mood, Ms. Nicholson," he said slowly.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, puzzled.

"We're both smart, so I'll say it outright. I've taken a liking to you for quite some time now, Ms. Nicholson, so I'm proposing that if you sleep with me for one night, be it 80 million or 300 million dollars, I'll make sure to lend all of it to you!" he said, leering.

"Do you have any idea what you just proposed, Mr. Chansey?" she shot back, her brows furrowed.

"I said what I said. I'm well aware that your company is in a crisis right now and that you need money fast. So, I don't suppose your company could get through these tough times without my funds, right?" he said amusedly.

"Are you threatening me right now?" she asked as her expression darkened.

"No need to phrase it like that, think of it as a mutual exchange. You want my money, and I want you for one night. If you manage to satisfy me, I'll lend you the money. Isn't this a mutually beneficial situation for everyone?" he explained while stretching his hands outward.

"You're absolutely shameless!" she snapped. She didn't want to give him any more of her time, so she got up to leave.

"You'd better stay right where you are!" he bellowed before continuing. "The minute you step out of my office, I'll make sure to blacklist you! Then, good luck finding another bank in Estonia that's willing to lend you your funds! Thus, you'd better listen to me if you know what's good for you!"

"I refuse to make such a dirty deal with you even though I'm short on cash! Furthermore—just the sight of your pig face makes me want to vomit!" she spat coldly.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?!"

As though she managed to hit a nerve, he instantly got out of his seat and started yelling. "For a married woman, you sure are great at acting like a virgin! You should be glad that I laid eyes on you! So, how dare you turn me down like that! Believe it or not, I can make you go bankrupt with one call!"

"You? Bankrupt me? I'd like to see you try," she snorted.

She was not in the least bit afraid.

"Fine! Since you're so fucking sure of yourself, don't blame me if I use a few tricks up my sleeves! When the time comes, I'll have you sucking on my toes!" he bellowed.

"Go to hell!" she yelled. She was so pissed she flung a cup of hot coffee directly onto his stupid face.

It was so hot it made him screech like a bitch and his face soon turned bright red.

Now he really looked like an actual pig roasting on a stick.