Date with Me, Sugar Mama

"Come to me?" Viola pointed to herself, "You are not satisfied with the terms of cooperation? But Mr. Shaws has already discussed everything with your company. If you are not satisfied with the contract, then..."

"No," Phillips interrupted her and said in a low voice, "I'm not worried about collaboration. I'm just a hands-off boss. As long as I don't lose money, everything will be fine."

Viola turned round to take some desserts and pull off the distance from him, "Then why......"

Phillips followed closely and stepped forward with a slight hint of invasion. He bent down and said, "I have admired you for a long time. I heard that you are single, so I came to ask for an opportunity." Viola's mouth twisted. Calmly, she put a piece Madeleine cake into her mouth, swallowed it with champagne.

For a while, under Phillips's burning eyes, she lifted her eyebrows and smiled gently, "You are young and promising, but I dare not give you the opportunity."

"Vice President Sutton, you are funny," Phillips said, taking a bottle of champagne from the waiter and refilling her empty glass. "Take it as I claim ties of kinship with you. Shall I have a chance?"

"Mr. Graham, the person who said so last time was kept by me for one dollar as my paramour, and it depends on me when I will shield him or use him. Are you willing to sacrifice your wealth to play with me?" Viola looked at the clear liquid in the glass, shook it slowly and said in a melodious tone.

Phillips had heard about tit. There were many women in high position, and there were countless women who could play like Viola, but he was attracted to Viola at first sight, and he had watched all the videos o her attending all events.

He likes this kind of cunning and arrogant woman, if he conquered her, he would have sense of success.

Phillips stroked her long hair without permission. "Vice President Sutton, you are exaggerating. I don't want to play with you at the cost of my wealth because I have more important things to do. As for the man of whom you speak, I think he is the same as me."

"See, this is why you can't even be my paramour. You think women are like clothes that you can throw away when they're not fresh. You like me because it's the easiest thing to do. But he is different. He can went against the howling wind just to pick flowers from the cliff for me."

While speaking, Viola felt imperceptibly bitter. She could not help tightly clutching the glass and could no longer remain her impeccable smile.

"You like him." Phillips squinted at her, reaching out and holding her hand.

Viola froze, struggling to break free, but Phillips was a man with more strength than her.

Phillips said, "The night is long. What's the use of such boring feelings? Vice President Sutton, we are adults, how about..."

"Phillips, show some respect for the sake of your father."

A cold male voice came. Viola's heart quivered, missed half of the beat, and she forgot to struggle. When she came back to her senses, Steven had blocked in front of her.

"Hey, Mr. Steven, easy." Phillips

finally showed his true face with a

cynical smile on his lips. He raised his hands and stepped back. “I wonder who is so cheap could be kept with a dollar, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Steven scoffed, "It's much better than you worthless piece of shit."

"You are really enjoying it," Phillips was not angry, his eyes fixed on Viola for a long time before he took a sigh, "Forget it, it is not a good time tonight. Vice President Sutton, please let me know when you change your mind. You know how to contact me."

After speaking, he curled up the corners of his mouth and turned to leave.

"Steven, didn't I tell you? I don't want anything to do with you." Viola deliberately lowered her head, not wanting to see him.0000000