My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219: Chapter 219: I Think I Saw Damien Vaughn

Cecelia Archer needed money—desperately needed money—but she had her limits.

Besides, she had a child, and she had Shane Grant, who had given everything for her. She could never do something like this.

It was sad, really. She’d been through this so many times she’d become experienced at it.

It was just the two of them in the room. A direct refusal would certainly make President Miller lose face, maybe even fly into a rage.

If that happened, she’d be no match for him.

So after President Miller spoke, his eyes darting, Cecelia offered a polite smile.

"Thank you for this opportunity, President Miller, and for finding me worthy. Then it’s settled. Please, have a seat and wait a moment. I’m just going to go get ready."

As she spoke, she moved to get up and leave, but President Miller pressed her back down.

’She really came fully prepared. No wonder she’s dressed so beautifully—it was all for this moment. Girls these days...’

"Aren’t you already prepared?"

President Miller’s large hand slid over her delicate shoulder.

"We can just do it here. I like it bright~"

Cecelia feigned shyness and dodged his hand.

"It’s my first time, after all. Please, let me prepare myself. Don’t be impatient. I’ll be right back."

Her shy act, her face flushed with a suggestive blush, only made her more alluring.

President Miller wished he could devour her on the spot.

"Fine, go get ready. There’s a bathroom in there. I’ll go with you."

"Hey, I wanted to prepare alone precisely because I’d be embarrassed if you watched~"

"What’s there to be embarrassed about? Won’t I be seeing every part of you in a little while anyway?"

As if Cecelia already belonged to him, President Miller reached for her chest. Cecelia shot to her feet.

"You know how it is. A girl’s evening gown has its little secrets. I’d be mortified if you saw. President Miller, please, just give me a little space."

Her mix of shyness and coquettishness was driving President Miller wild.

"Baby, you’re just too beautiful. We’re definitely going to have a great time tonight. Okay, okay, I’ll give you your space. Go on now, but be quick."

With a sleazy expression, he yanked off his tie and reached for his belt buckle.

Disgusted, Cecelia quickly averted her gaze.

"Don’t be so hasty. I’ll just go check if anyone is outside. It wouldn’t be good if someone suddenly walked in."

Cecelia lifted the hem of her gown and ran for the door.

She hadn’t realized it until she tried to run, but her legs felt like jelly. She had no strength, and with a THUD, she collapsed onto the floor.

The ceiling, which had seemed perfectly normal moments ago, was now spinning. Her chest felt tight, and her heart was pounding erratically.

As someone with medical knowledge, Cecelia realized something was wrong with her.

She was either having a stroke, or she had been drugged.

A stroke was impossible—she was only twenty-three. That meant...

But since she’d arrived, she hadn’t touched anything except for the bottle of mineral water Lena had given her!

Seeing her fall, President Miller tossed his suit trousers to the floor, kicked off his leather shoes, and ran over in his socks.

"Baby, didn’t you say you were going to get ready? Why are you suddenly lying here? Playing hard to get? Or are you just that eager? You little minx~"

Though Cecelia had no strength and felt dizzy and panicked, she was still conscious. She pushed weakly at President Miller.

"Don’t touch me. I don’t feel well."

Not only did President Miller not back away, he leaned in closer, feigning concern.

"You hate me that much? You’d even say something like that just to stop me from touching you? You ungrateful bitch! I’ll deal with you after I’ve had my fun!"

The moment the words left his mouth, he grabbed the front of Cecelia’s gown and started to rip it down.

Cecelia used all her strength to protect her chest, but it was like a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot.

She was filled with despair. She tried desperately to scream, but the sounds that came out were as faint as the buzzing of a gnat.

Her only remaining hope lay in her high heels.

Fighting back her nausea, Cecelia kicked off her shoes and began slowly hooking one toward her hand with her foot—

SLAM!

In the nick of time, the door to the lounge was thrown open from the outside.

Hearing the noise, Cecelia struggled to lift her head and look back.

She didn’t know if it was because she was so desperate that she was hallucinating, but she thought she saw Damien Vaughn.

President Miller, who was in the middle of his excitement, also snapped his head up at the sound.

Seeing Damien Vaughn and Wyatt Wynn, he was startled for a moment, but then he gave a relaxed smile.

"President Wynn, and isn’t that President Vaughn? The cocktail party has just begun. Why have you two come in to rest so early?"

"Heh heh, I had an actress throwing herself at me to seduce me. Look at this mess... My apologies, what an embarrassing sight for you two to see."

"Seduce you? Don’t flatter yourself, you bastard!"

Just moments ago, Wyatt Wynn had been thinking about settling old scores with Cecelia, but the second he walked in and saw her being bullied by this old man, his sense of justice flared up.

He rushed past Damien Vaughn and kicked President Miller squarely in the shoulder.

"You’re fucking old enough to be her father! Is she blind? Seduce you? At your age, you still can’t keep it in your pants? You’re disgusting! You’ve brought shame to all the men of Veridia!"