Semua Bab Doting on the Greenhorn: Bab 361 - Bab 370

Heather's heart was racing as her breathing became rapid. She bit her lip and said nothing."Make me happy."Tyrone's voice was overbearing.Heather's face turned red as she said, "Stop it. Someone might come in and look for you."Tyrone continued to seduce her and said, "Make me happy and I'll give you something good. Do you want it?"Heather was stunned. She looked at his expression, and it didn't look like he was joking. She was getting a little curious. "What do you mean?""You'll know once you make me happy," Tyrone said in a mysterious manner."You're not going to buy me something expensive again, are you?"Something like a villa or an antique.Tyrone said nothing. It was obvious he didn't want to tell her.Heather wanted to ignore his sudden mischief, but it was also true that he had piqued her interest. Her lips curled into a sweet smile."But this is not a suitable place. Maybe we can do it tonight? Why don't you tell me about it first?" she said.Tyrone glanced

Seeing that Heather had finally remembered, Tyrone chuckled softly. "Weren't you exhausted just a moment ago? Why the sudden burst of energy?" he inquired. "Tell me!" Heather demanded. She had endured so much, her back nearly breaking from the strain. She hoped Tyrone wasn't leading her on. Tyrone didn't keep her in suspense. "The Huntington family owns several successful businesses, and their companies are well-regarded in the industry." "Are you planning to take over these companies?" she asked. It was clear he had a reason for bringing this up. "My people are secretly acquiring shares in the Huntington family. They're holding a board meeting tomorrow. Would you like to represent the company?" "I can go?" "Of course, if you want to," Tyrone responded, affectionately pinching her nose. "I want to!" Heather exclaimed. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck. Her radiant smile made her already stunning face even more ench

For over 20 years, the ever-imposing Tyrone had never once considered a question like this—how to court a woman. But now, he had to make sure Heather's thoughts were full of him as quickly as possible. Caleb was stunned. So the serious look on Tyrone's face earlier had nothing to do with the Huntington family. He was thinking about how to make Heather fall in love with him. Though exasperated, he answered seriously, "Well, to win a girl over, you should show concern for her, take care of her, give her flowers, take her shopping for bags and pretty clothes, or maybe buy her some skincare products. Girls love those things." "Do girls really love those things?" Tyrone mused. It wasn't as if he hadn't shown Heather concern or taken care of her. Every month, her closet was stocked with the latest handbags and jewelry, yet she never seemed too impressed. Whenever they went shopping, she would only buy a Jellycat soft toy. Deciding Caleb's suggestions were useless, Tyrone scoffed

The secretary glanced at Winnie, and when she saw no objection, she picked up the phone to make a call. Isaac leaned over and whispered to Heather, "That man is Simon Huntington, William's third uncle. He's the most senior member in the family and holds considerable influence." Just then, a few security guards rushed in. Simon pointed at Heather, shouting for them to throw her out. The rest of the room stayed silent. If Simon was willing to take the lead in confronting Tyrone, the others were more than happy to let him. Heather's eyes glimmered with amusement as she stood up slowly. "This is a major corporation. Is it really necessary to handle things this way and kick people out?" "It's best if you leave on your own. And tell Tyrone, if he's got the guts, he can come after me directly. I'm not afraid of him!" Simon barked, his face stern. Unfazed, Heather's lips curled into a faint smile. "I'll leave, but before I go, I have a few things to say." She paused briefly, the

Heather had no choice but to return to the office with Isaac. In the president's office, Caleb stood by the desk, maintaining a respectful demeanor. "Mr. Elkin," he began, "the restaurant for lunch has been reserved as requested. All the lilies from the city have been delivered, and the setup should be completed in about 40 minutes. "The violin ensemble has also arrived. After lunch, you and Ms. Sutton will visit the Frosthaven Tower, which is already closed to the public and awaiting your arrival." "Alright," Tyrone responded with a hint of indifference. His gaze wandered over several neckties laid out before him. He picked up one and asked, "How about this one?" "It matches your suit perfectly," Caleb answered honestly. Tyrone was the epitome of elegance, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist that made him particularly well-suited for suits. Often featured on the covers of financial magazines, his business success was complemented by his striking appearance. He did