Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 946: The Banker’s Deal

For the first time, I found myself gazing at Elise Montclair from such proximity, and I must confess, my thoughts were swiftly exploring various scenarios—.

She appears .

In her mid-thirties. Cheekbones sharp enough to slice envelopes and likely experienced in doing so. A beauty that felt deliberate—complete with executive sessions, performance evaluations, a substantial upkeep fund, and a fitness coach terrified of her putting on even a single pound.

Her locks were gathered in a sophisticated bun, with a few carefully placed wisps accentuating features suited for fashion spreads and the dread of inferior suitors.

Lips full and colored in a precise crimson hue, paired with eyes that evaluated all with the icy accuracy of a financier who had already tallied your assets, burial costs, and the fees she might charge your heirs for the .

Her blouse embodied temptation wrapped in high fashion: rich ebony silk that molded to each deadly contour of her slender torso, as if applied by a jealous god fully aware of his craft.

The halter dipped daringly low to challenge a clergyman's oaths, the material pulling tight over ample, weighty breasts that heaved and subsided with every controlled inhalation, as though provoking gravity to make a foolish move.

Her skirt came short—clinging to hips that hinted at danger, inching upward sufficiently to reveal thighs capable of shattering a skull yet tender enough to inspire pleas for such fate.

Black translucent stockings vanished beneath the edge as if fleeing, while her heels—pointed, deadly spikes—tapped like a countdown fuse with every motion, each stride proclaiming .

And it proved effective.

My imagination instantly launched into fantasies. In what manner . At what location. With what intensity.

—as I envisioned folding her across the desk, bunching that skirt to her hips, and forcing cries of my name potent enough to shake the transparent barriers and activate the structure's fire suppression system.

I imagined her flawless hairstyle unraveling, makeup blurred on those plump lips, her keen gaze clouding with instincts rawer than financial statements, her polished fingers raking my shoulders as she pleaded for additional in a tone typically sealing multi-billion transactions.

Similar to many females present at this sale, —the band is visible, how she displayed her matrimonial ring as if it retained protective value despite her look suggesting it had corroded long before, now merely ornamental for a deceased union.

Considering her scorching allure, the shrewdness in those orbs, the way her form broadcasted , it was impossible not to envision her draped over the workstation in her executive suite, that costly garment tossed aside like outdated styles, her shapes fully exposed as I—

With deliberate control, I restrained my powers, holding back the Lust Presence and securing the Taboo Aura firmly.

My scents remained bottled up. Seduction had no place here now.

Crucial dealings demanded —and mine—free from the haze of otherworldly desire impairing our decisions.

Perhaps she preferred no interruptions herself. Difficult to discern. Those eyes might have been figuring loan percentages or already valuing the cost to remove her undergarments.

Regardless, her acuity was essential.

We positioned ourselves opposite in the secluded chamber Celeste had prepared, the faint echoes from the exhibition serving as background while we addressed topics needing privacy and unvarnished truth.

Elise inclined forward a bit, her demeanor businesslike yet her gaze keen with interest and a deeper craving lurking. "I don’t get it. Why do you wish to purchase the "

I leaned back, at ease, radiating easy assurance—the sort implying . "Suppose I seek involvement in one of North America's top and rapidly expanding hotel networks. As you're aware, hotels and the service industry intrigue me greatly."

Elise's eyes tightened a touch—not from doubt, but from insight. She pierced my bullshit effortlessly, and crucially, my true motives didn't bother her.

Her focus lay solely on my proposal meeting her requirements.

"My bank is owed 23 billion by Edward Sterling," she stated forthrightly, slicing past the civilities like a blade through fine fabric. "From an original . Payments have been forthcoming, but the schedule remains... demanding. Merely six months to settle the rest, considering his present income forecasts..."

She halted with finesse, in the manner of those implying the evident while making you regret overlooking it."

This was all familiar to me. For weeks, I'd monitored Sterling’s accounts—starting from that bidding event where he'd attempted and failed to outbid us on the Celestial Grand. Sterling’s domain was vast, indeed. Even noteworthy.

Properties in key urban centers. Thus, he pursued growth into Europe, embodying the bold business visionary ideal.

Yet commerce offered no certainties, and Sterling had committed the typical error of believing his success would endure indefinitely.

It did not.

Post that bidding, I stayed active. Whereas others might think I'd dismissed , I'd silently committed to his downfall. Manipulating key influences, compensating suitable contacts, engineering precise economic circumstances to render his debt unmanageable.

And boom.

Now we arrived at this point.

"What do I gain?" Elise inquired straightforwardly, as a financier whose kind skips idle courtesy when funds—and influence—dominate the discussion.

Acquiring another's debt occurred frequently in finance. Given Sterling Hotels’ latest holdings indicating plainly they couldn’t meet deadlines, Elise’s institution needed to evade

And I stood prepared to cover any cost to ensure Edward Sterling collapsed.

However, Elise wasn't inquiring about the loan's price. She sought additional incentives past the cash.

And we shared knowledge of her true desire.

access.

Rather than replying with words, I extracted from my suit coat an item resembling clear azure crystal—polished, slender, nearly undetectable under some illumination.

I pushed it over the surface toward her.