"With the tightening of state-owned banks’ credit lines, the central bank continues to suspend reverse repos, and the liquidity is tightening. All of this indicates that during such times, no loans can be granted. So you know Nora Thompson will definitely turn to private banks. You want my private client department to make things difficult for her? But how could we do that? Your wife has so many land deeds, any one of them fully qualifies her for a loan. You think I wouldn’t want my money out to earn interest? And don’t forget, King, she’s Isaac Thompson’s daughter. If she wants cash, do you think Isaac Thompson won’t give it to her?"

These past few days, that woman hasn’t even gone to the company, obediently staying at home. This made him very happy.

It seems his intimidation worked very well.

Joshua Hughes’ long legs were propped up on the desk, his tie loosened and hanging crookedly to the side, his sensuous thin lips carrying a faint sneer.

This King got himself into such a mess within just a few days because of a woman. When finding a wife, one should never choose someone like Nora Thompson, who seems innocent and naive on the surface but can actually trap a man in a predicament.

His little woman is still straightforward; after being scared, she obediently puts away her sharp little claws, making him utterly adore her.

"Don’t laugh, will you help or not? You’re bound to earn the interest on this loan. She knows we have a good relationship, and she might come to me to persuade you."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded a bit muffled, and Joshua Hughes could hear his irritation.

"I never expected there’d be a day when you’d come asking for my help because of a woman. How does that make you look? Forget it, I bled a lot when you got married the first time; I can’t handle another one. But this time, you owe me a favor."

Joshua Hughes, holding the phone in one hand, absentmindedly tapped the table with the other, happily agreed.

The feeling of having Alexander King owe him a favor was much better than making money.

"Here’s the plan, I guess her proposal for large-scale financing has already been sent to your private client department. You just don’t approve it. By custom, she’ll definitely invite you to dinner, and by then, I’ll step in and plead for her, and you can sign on the spot, alright?"

On the other end of the phone, Alexander King was orchestrating the plot like a director, as if all this had already happened, and at least his little wife would glance his way. At least she’d give him a chance before sentencing.

"King, I suspect your brain has deteriorated. Next year, I’ll have to reconsider the projects under you, because your IQ is seriously declining."

Joshua Hughes found this little trick exceedingly ridiculous, like children playing house. How could a mature man come up with such a scheme?

But Alexander King remained impervious, seemingly excited, as if helping Nora Thompson would lead to her offering herself to him.

This behavior was truly laughable. If you really want to make someone comply, you must grasp her lifeline, the most dangerous yet crucial point. Squeeze with just the right pressure; too tight and it’ll break, too loose and it won’t feel anything.

However, money was definitely not Nora Thompson’s lifeline. In this regard, Joshua Hughes felt so much more relaxed than Alexander King.

Because that little woman was hopelessly trapped by him due to money, and money was precisely what he had in abundance.

Thinking of this, he smiled with self-satisfaction.

He recalled what Avery Jane told him last night; she swore on Wenyard Cooper’s honor not to take medicine, but he also couldn’t send someone to follow her.

So he agreed because he believed Avery Jane was a woman of her word.

Next, he simply had to work hard, and having a child wouldn’t be difficult.

The new female secretary walked in with a cup of black coffee; at this time, the president always liked a freshly brewed coffee for a little pick-me-up.

She looked at Joshua Hughes with admiration, holding the phone and smiling calmly. It was a side of her boss she rarely saw outside his work mode.

The tie was loosened, two buttons undone, faintly revealing the coarse fabric of his collarbone.

Joshua Hughes was the most good-looking and sexy man she had ever seen. With his incredible education and handsome looks, he beat many competitors to become Joshua Hughes’ assistant, and she had to admit she was lucky.

Because to all Cinderellas, he was the most perfect prince.

Such a man probably wouldn’t like wild women, so her style was always graceful and gentle, with her hair laid flat like a schoolgirl’s.

"President Hughes, your coffee."

When she put down the coffee, she inadvertently grazed Joshua Hughes’ arm lightly: "Sorry, President Hughes, I didn’t mean to." Her face instantly flushed with embarrassment as she gently bit her lips coated with light lip gloss.