Come With Me

Chapter 44 White Vengeance

I turned around and found that Patrick had opened the door of a private room diagonally opposite Robbie's.

"Oh, I see." Seeing that Robbie had entered his private room, I had to give up the idea of greeting him and followed Patrick into the private room.

There were seven or eight people sitting around the big round table in the room.

One of the models I remember was in front of me when I was taking photos.

Her clothes were so different from mine.

She made her hair and wore a beautiful make-up. She was wearing a blue lace dress.

In addition to the important parts, the design of many places was partly hidden and partly visible.

When I came in, she was talking to a man who was nearly in his fifties. The man, who was a little fat, wore a white shirt and a tie, was standing next to her.

Those people looked at me as I walked in.

Patrick hurriedly introduced, "this is also the advertising model this time, Ms. Jasmine."

The female model and the other two women who also seemed to be models cast a fleeting glance at me, yet the corners of their mouths kept teasing me.

But the bald man waved at me with a smile and said, "come here. Have a seat."

Patrick said to me, "hurry up. This is Mr. Du."

Patrick also winked at me.

I didn't know why, but when I looked at the smiling eyes of Mr. Du, I felt very uncomfortable, but there was no reason to refuse. Besides, there was only an empty chair left by him.

As soon as I sat down next to Mr. Du, he leaned towards me for several times and his eyes were fixed on me.

"You are the angel?"

Before I could react, Mr. Du hurriedly explained with a smile, "I saw your previous poster. The title of it is the angel that came into our mortal world by accident. That's the title, right? "

I dropped my eyes and nodded.

I knew it's a polite thing to look at other people's eyes when talking, but Mr. Du's eyes always made me uncomfortable every time I tried to look at him.

"Yes, you are right."

"It really impress me. The photo looks so pure. Of course, Miss Jasmine is as pretty as in the photo."

As he spoke, his left hand was naturally placed on my hand.

I took back my hand all of a sudden and tried to calm down. Then I said, "Mr. Du, thanks for your praise."

Mr. Du looked at his empty hand and smiled, but he moved closer to me.

"When I saw the poster for the first time, I thought of little dragon girl. Oh, so pure. They said appearance was from the bottom of their hearts."

I lowered my head, trying not to look at Mr. Du. My body leaned in the opposite direction and tried to distance myself from him.

The model next to Mr. Du approached him with a smile and asked, "Mr. Du, which version of little dragon girl are you talking about? Not both of the two version is perfect. "

Mr. Du put his another hand on the model's leg, pushing the dress up along the leg to feel it. He said with a smile, "there is no version of it like you. You are so hot. "

Mr. Du looked back at me and asked, "what do you think? Do you want to take over the business of my company? "

I nodded and said, "I hope you will give me the chance."

"Of course I can give you the chance."

Mr. Du said as he put his hand on my leg again.

I took my leg off and Mr. Du's hand slipped again.

His eyes flashed, but he was not angry. He pointed at me, "I like the girl who knows how to love herself."

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The model next to her pursed her lips with coquetry.

Mr. Du pinched her chin, pointed to the side, and said, "good girl, take a seat with Manager Liu first. I have something to talk with Jasmine."

The model pouted and glared at me unhappily. She followed his words and pulled the chair to the other side, keeping a distance from Mr. Du.

Patrick also pulled the chair away without leaving any trace. The only person who came closer to me was Mr. Du

"Jasmine, even though it's a good thing to be self-respect, it doesn't have to be with a man who is willing to love you and take care of you. The right way to receive love is to open your heart bravely, and you will be happier!"

As he spoke, he tried to approach me again, but found that I was still instinctively dodging. So he continued to say with a smile, "look at you, then look at them. Why don't you compromise? You can have whatever they have as long as you want. I even can give you what they don't have. With my current status, sometimes I want to change for a better person. Don't worry, I will be good to you. Since I saw the poster, I have admired you very much. "

This time Mr. Du was more straightforward. I finally understood what he meant.

Mr. Du then suddenly grasped my hand.

I tried to withdraw my hand out of his, but this time I failed. Mr. Du held it very tightly.

"At first, it's natural for you to be shy. But now, you need to get used to it. If you agree, you'll be our print model this time."

I lowered my voice, "Mr. Du, please let me go."

Mr. Du didn't stop. He continued, "fifty thousand. I'll give you fifty thousand. This is the price that new people do not have. If you agree, I'll give you twenty thousand every month."

At that moment, I thought of my mother. If she was here, she would kneel in front of Mr. Du and hand me over.

But I was not my mother. I didn't want to betray myself.

I tried to pull my hand back, but failed. My hand was hurt and red.

I lowered my voice because I didn't want to embarrass the party. But at this moment, I am in such a hurry that my sense is getting more and more confused. I grabbed the glass in front of me, raised my hand and poured the water towards Mr. Du's face.

At that moment, the air and chatting stopped in shock.

It was Patrick who first came to his senses and scolded me, "you bastard! How could you be so shameless? It was Mr. Du who gave you the chance. Otherwise, you are just an inexperienced model, who will use you? Why don't you express your thanks to Mr. Du, but stay like a shrew? "

Mr. Du wiped the water off his face. His smiling eyes became a threatening look.

He tried hard to control his emotions. Taking the tissue that the model just handed over, he pretended to be a gentleman and wiped the water on his body.

"Miss Jasmine, I will give you the last chance. If you agree, I can forget what happened just now. But if you don't agree, I have a word for you. Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. "

I stood up, glanced at those unfriendly eyes and said, "Mr. Du, please behave yourself. I have no reason to agree with your request. I'm leaving now."

I wanted to leave, but I was trapped in the seat. Patrick just stood in the way, leaving me no room to get out.

"Please move away,"

Mr. Du sneered, "You're embarrassing me. It's not that easy to leave like this..."