C8 Five Million Is Nothing

Upon entering the office, Presley immediately noticed several employees scattered across the floor.

Her brows knit together as her piercing eyes surveyed those gathered. "What's going on here?"

The employees exchanged glances before collectively accusing Elmer.

"Director Collins, this man assaulted someone right here in the office."

"Yes, Director Collins, you simply cannot overlook this."

"Director Collins, he had the audacity to cause a scene at work. He needs to be disciplined, or what's the point of our policies?"

Presley's expression darkened considerably.

She fixed a frosty stare on Elmer. "Elmer, as part of our security team, you've attacked a fellow employee. I expect a valid explanation today, or you can forget about your job here!"

Elmer's heart sank as he saw the evident redness in Presley's eyes, realizing she hadn't resolved the funding issue.

"Director Collins, let's discuss this in your office. I'll provide a reasonable explanation," Elmer stated calmly.

Presley's frown deepened, and after a brief pause, she huffed, "Fine, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt this time. Come and explain yourself."

With that, Presley headed straight for her office, with Elmer following without another word.

The employees watched, bewildered by the unfolding events.

"What is Director Collins thinking? Why bother with an explanation for that lousy guard? Just kick him out!"

"This is bad. Has Director Collins actually fallen for this guy's tricks?"

"No way, that's just absurd."

"Hey, Mr. Herbert, are you okay? You've lost a lot of blood. Tessa, you need to get Mr. Herbert to the hospital, now."

"Looks like Director Collins is really covering for him. We might as well leave."

Otto's face was twisted with spite as he spat out his venomous words, "If Presley dares to cover for that lowlife, I won't let her or her lover off the hook.

I might as well tell you all now—Director Zouch, Maurice, has no intention of investing in our company.

So, unless something unexpected happens, the bank will soon come to foreclose.

But it's fine. Director Zouch plans to buy the company back and has already agreed to appoint me as the general manager."

"Just wait and see—Otto and Presley will be groveling and begging for my forgiveness before you know it!"

The moment these words were spoken, the expressions of all the employees in the room shifted dramatically.

However, they quickly regained their composure and began to heap praise on Otto.

"Mr. Herbert, please remember us when you make it big."

"Absolutely, Mr. Herbert. We've never liked Presley. Sticking with you is definitely the smart move."

"Indeed. It's an honor for all of us to work under Mr. Herbert."

...

Currently, Presley stood with her back to the door, her slender silhouette quivering ever so slightly.

Upon hearing Elmer's entrance, she hastily dabbed her tears with a tissue and steadied her emotions before turning around.

"Elmer, I'm aware that you've probably caught wind of the gossip about Tessa around the office. I get why you're upset.

But that's no excuse for resorting to violence.

Elmer, your impulsiveness is a letdown. I'm truly disappointed.

Head over to finance, collect your paycheck for the month, and then you're free to leave the company."

Presley faced Elmer with an impassive gaze.

Elmer's brow furrowed at the sight of her.

There was an unnatural flush on Presley's usually pristine neck and face, and her eyes seemed glazed over.

Clearly, something was off with Presley—it looked like she had been drugged.

Elmer's eyes narrowed sharply as he asked gently, "Director Collins, is the company experiencing financial troubles?"

Presley's expression turned icy, her last ounce of patience for Elmer evaporating.

"Elmer, focus on your own issues. The company's business is none of your concern."

Elmer shook his head, undeterred, "Director Collins, I can help with the financial difficulties."

"Heh... Elmer, what's that? You think you can solve our financial issues? Haha!"

Presley laughed mockingly, her face etched with scorn.

"I never noticed before, but now I see you have quite a talent for sweet talk."

"Director Collins, I mean it. Just tell me how much money is needed." Elmer's gaze intensified as he spoke with earnest.

"Enough! Do you think I'm a toddler? I'm not falling for your tall tales."

"Hehe... You're curious about how much money I'm asking for, aren't you?

Well, I'll tell you right now—listen closely—I need five million!

Do you think you, a security guard earning a mere three thousand two hundred a month, can come up with that kind of cash? If you could, would you still be working as a guard?

If you had that money, would your wife still have cheated with another man?" Presley looked at Elmer with contempt.

Elmer's eyes flashed with intensity at the mention of Tessa's name.

"Director Collins, to me, five million is a drop in the bucket. And for your information... I've divorced Tessa."

Elmer's expression grew somber as he spoke in a hushed tone.

"I see! That explains your persistence in seeking me out in my office today.

Did you think that because I'm your wife's best friend, you could try to seduce me?

Tsk, tsk, tsk... So, your wife cheats, and you think to seduce her best friend as revenge?

Hehe, Elmer, that's quite a clever thought.

But let me tell you, such actions only deepen my disdain for you.

A true man would double his efforts to excel, to earn the respect of his wife, not stoop to such low, shameless tactics.

I was blind to have ever believed in someone as uneducated and vile as you.

Elmer, I want you out of my company this instant—I can't stand the sight of you for another second."

Presley's face twisted with revulsion as she practically screamed at Elmer.

Seeing no point in further explanation, Elmer coolly responded, "Director Collins, just send me the company's account details, and we'll see if I'm all talk."

"Hahaha... You still have the nerve to put on an act at this stage? You won't shed a tear until you're in your grave.

Fine, you want to get back at your wife by sleeping with me, right?

I'll give you, a piece of garbage, a chance.

This contract was initially prepared for Maurice, offering a fifty-one percent stake in my company for an investment of five million.

But to accommodate your pathetic charade, I'll add one more condition:

If you, Elmer, can produce five million, I, Presley, wouldn't mind spending the night with you."

With that, Presley actually pulled out a contract and swiftly penned a line with her pen.

"Take it!"

With those words, Presley tossed the contract at Elmer.

Elmer instinctively caught it and glanced over the document, his face quickly contorting into an odd expression.

Presley had added the clause—just as long as Elmer forked over five million, she, Presley, would willingly spend the night with him.

"What's the matter? Why the daze? If you want me in your bed, then make the transfer already!" Presley taunted Elmer as if he were a mere jester.

Elmer, without a desire to utter another syllable, pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Transfer ten million to this account immediately. The account number is: 518168888..."

Presley watched on, her sneer unwavering, finding Elmer's behavior as comically absurd as that of a clown's.

"Ding..."

But in less than a minute after Elmer ended the call, a text message alert chimed from Presley's pocket, causing her expression to stiffen.

Could it really be such a coincidence?

Why would a text message arrive right now?

No, it couldn't be!

Even if Elmer had actually transferred five million, there's no way it would have processed this quickly.

With this thought, Presley checked her phone.

Yet, with just one look, Presley froze completely.

She stood there, dumbfounded, her eyes bulging and her light pink lips gaping wide.

The text message read, astonishingly—

Your company account ending in 1637 has received 10,000,000 yuan, with a balance of 10,023,005.88 yuan. Sender's name: Elmer!!