C3 Damn Rogue!

"I..."

Seeing the handsome face in front of her magnify several times, Connie was startled and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

The man's reaction was even faster. He quickly leaned over the bed and surrounded her with one hand, while the other hand climbed up her chest and held her softly. He said with a mocking tone, "Your only capital now is your first kiss. Do you want to use it as the price to exchange for the orphanage?"

Connie did not expect this man to suddenly make a move. She was so scared that her face turned pale and she screamed on the spot.

Seeing this, Holden could not help but laugh. He pulled back his hand coldly and straightened his back. He said mockingly, "Don't worry, even if you are really willing, I might not want it. I'm not so hungry that I need a woman who hasn't fully developed to please me. So..." He turned around and picked up the coat that fell on the ground. He did not forget to say, "You can leave now!"

Then, he left Connie with a cold and resolute back.

When Connie left the hotel, the sky was drizzling and it was slightly cold. It was like her current mood.

She failed to negotiate with Holden and the orphanage was destined to be irreparable. The only thing she could do was to use the remaining time to bid farewell to the director's mother and her friends.

Thinking of this, Connie took a deep breath and ran to the side of the road. She planned to stop the car and go back to the orphanage.

As soon as she reached the side of the road, a black Maserati suddenly came from the corner of the road and stopped beside her.

The window rolled down, revealing a cold face from the driver's seat.

The person who came was none other than Holden.

"Is there something wrong? Or do you feel that you have humiliated me enough?"

Connie frowned as she looked at him. The incident that happened in the hotel flashed through her mind, and she was a little angry.

Holden glanced at her coldly and ordered, "Get in the car."

"Why should I get in the car with you? I think Mr. Henson and I shouldn't have anything to talk about, right?"

Connie coldly rejected his offer, and she felt a little bit of pride for herself.

Holding raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He said with a slightly evil smile, "Really? Didn't you just put on a heroic appearance in the hotel just now? I originally wanted to give you a chance, but now it seems that you don't need it anymore?"

After saying that, Holden was about to close the window.

"Wait a minute!"

At this critical moment, Connie suddenly reached out her hand to stop him. She said with an excited expression, "Mr. Henson, do you mean that you are willing to keep the development rights of the orphanage?"

"If you want to know, get in the car. There is only one chance. If you miss this chance, don't expect to have a second chance."

"Alright, I'll get in."

As long as she could keep the orphanage, she would have no problem getting into a knife mountain, let alone getting into a car.

Connie quickly got into the car and sat in the passenger seat.

The car started and Holden asked, "What is your name?"

"Connie."

"How old are you?" He asked again.

"21."

Connie answered truthfully. Why did he ask this? Was he checking her background?

"You're an adult?"

Holden's expression seemed a little surprised.

Connie was a little angry, "What nonsense! Do I look like an immature child?"

"At least, your figure does not match your age."

Holden smirked.

"You... you rascal!"

Connie was so angry that she could not speak. She quickly reached out her hands to cover her chest and her cheeks were slightly red.

Seeing this, Holden could not help but sneer, "Don't worry, even if I want to be a hooligan, the target will definitely not be you. For now, I'm not interested in minors."

"You..."

You are a child, and your whole family is a child!

Connie was so angry that she could not say a word. She could only stare at him with her eyes.

This was the first time she had seen such a venomous man in her life.

In response to her murderous gaze, Holden pretended not to see it and asked casually, "I heard from the hotel staff that you took care of me last night?"

"You were drunk and vomited in the middle of the night. I couldn't let you continue to sleep in dirty clothes, so I helped you take them off."

At this point, Connie hurriedly added, "Don't worry, I took them off with my eyes closed. I also closed my eyes when I wiped my body."

"So, the cup of tea on the table was also made by you?"

Holden continued to ask, his voice sounding emotionless.

"That cup of sober wine has a good effect on people who are drunk. Last night, you seemed to be in a bad mood, so..."

As Connie spoke, she carefully observed his expression, afraid that he would be unhappy.

Unexpectedly, Holden looked at her deeply. His eyes were as deep as a pond, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.