Chapter: 8

“Keep dreaming," Aimee said sleepily. “I don't think you're fully awake yet."

“I don't have time to explain. Please, this is an emergency!"

The representative of the other party had gone abroad after signing the contract; she couldn't ask him to come back just to sign a new contract.

Only then did Aimee realize that Bethany wasn't joking. She sat bolt upright in bed and thought for a moment. "I don't think I'll be able to get his phone number, but I can give you his room number."

"Oh, right!"

In her haste, Bethany hung up on her without saying goodbye. She threw on some clothes and ran to the hotel's presidential suite.

But as soon as she reached the top floor, she was stopped by Jonathan's secretary. “May I help you?"

"Hello, I need to speak with Mr. Bates," Bethany said, out of breath.

The secretary looked her up and down and asked, "Do you have an appointment?”

Bethany shook her head sheepishly. "Not exactly..."

"Then you can't see him."

"Can you please make an exception for me? Just tell him that Bethany. Holt has something urgent to discuss with him. He'll definitely agree to see me once he knows it's me!"

However, the secretary simply turned a deaf ear to her pleas.

Just as Bethany was beginning to feel hopeless, she suddenly heard Jonathan's low voice from inside the suite.

“Let her in."

The secretary, hearing Jonathan's order, finally stepped aside.

Bethany opened the door cautiously and found Jonathan standing in front of the French windows, sipping from a cup of black coffee. He was still wearing the same crisp business attire from earlier.

When he turned his head to look at her, Bethany smiled awkwardly.

"Mr. Bates, did you by any chance see a contract that night?"

"That night?" Jonathan echoed dryly, raising his thick eyebrows at her. “What night?"

The pressure emanating from him was so intense that Bethany stepped back subconsciously.

She knew that Jonathan was just making things difficult for her, and changing the topic wouldn't help, so she quit beating around the bush and told him the truth.

"Mr. Bates, I'm sorry, but the text I sent you that night was meant for my friend, not you. I was drunk, so I mistakenly sent it to you. I don't remember anything else. I just need the contract that I left in the room."

“Bethany, I need to get married," Jonathan said abruptly, leaving Bethany at a loss for words.