Chapter 368: My Lover? Not Qualified

"Dear, are you satisfied with these?"

The phone call came in, and this time the caller was so brazen he didn’t even use a voice changer. It was a somewhat roguish yet pleasant-sounding male voice.

Hearing that voice, Hela instinctively shuddered. Her mature body, already conquered, reacted on its own, her pussy trembling and feeling even wetter.

"How did you investigate this, so thoroughly?"

Hela forced herself to calm down, making sure her voice showed no trace of agitation.

Even though she had been threatened and raped by this bastard, she couldn’t bring herself to hate him at all. In fact, she even felt a bit nostalgic for that ultimate sensation.

Now, instead, her heart was in turmoil, flustered like a young girl experiencing her first crush. All her pride would allow was to stubbornly prevent this guy from discovering she wasn’t actually angry.

"Hehe, I told you, if you obediently be my little bitch, I’ll treat you well."

The information was remarkably complete, so much so that Hela felt her breath catch.

It was a surveillance record of Kai’s private life, clearly documenting his visits to hotels with different women over the past two years.

It included not only precise times and locations, but even clear elevator footage of him hugging and clinging to various women.

"There’s a lot more information, darling. I’m sure you’ll be interested."

Reading it, Hela’s breathing hitched. She kept looking at the photos, trying to make out who the women were.

It was clearly different women each time, all looking young and definitely not Kai’s wife. She had met Kai’s wife before—a very short, plump daughter of an official family.

She was both startled by the sheer volume of information and pleasantly surprised.

Suddenly, her office door was knocked on. Hela quickly put her phone away, cleared her throat, and said, "Come in."

It was her secretary, a clever and pretty young girl with sharp instincts who had always been a favorite of Hela’s.

The secretary said with a wronged pout, "Director, please take a look. I think the Nursing Department is specifically targeting the departments under our management."

"Let me see!"

Hela took the form handed to her. It appeared to be a standard monthly salary statement.

But with a closer look, Hela, who had a thorough understanding of the hospital’s dynamics, immediately spotted the trick.

Aside from base salary, factors like attendance and performance varied by person, and it was normal for some to have bonuses deducted due to complaints.

However, on this form, the sections under Hela’s management and her people were hit particularly hard.

The hospital had more administrative staff than medical personnel, and the atmosphere was currently tense. Everyone knew the two veterans, Hela and Kai, were competing for the position of First Vice President.

Over the years, both sides had cultivated their own factions, and undercurrents were already swirling. The loser likely wouldn’t have the face to stay at the hospital.

The old Dean was now detached from daily affairs, counting the days until retirement to return to his hometown, enjoy his golden years, and hold his grandchildren. Even if rehired, it would probably be at a hospital back home.

Meaning, whoever became First Vice President would soon become the Dean. Thus, both sides were straining, refusing to yield.

On the surface, they were polite, but meetings erupted into fierce arguments. Behind the scenes, the petty maneuvers were endless.

On this form, Hela’s key people had been docked unreasonably, their bonuses slashed and fines imposed. The targeting was so blatant, no one would believe it wasn’t intentional.

Hela set the form down with a composed expression, sneering, "Resorting to such petty tricks to annoy people. It’s utterly beneath contempt."

"Tell Winslet, for those who filed the complaints, suggest they’d get more results complaining to the Health Bureau."

"And regarding that incorrect prescription Dr. Wank issued last time, have it reviewed..."

"Let everyone know not to worry about the deductions this month. I’ll make sure to increase their bonuses later."

After issuing these swift and decisive instructions, the secretary smiled and left.

Hela sat alone, thinking for a long time, before finally picking up her phone and dialing that once more.

"My dear little bitch!!"

That voice was unbearably flippant. Hearing it felt like every nerve in her body was being teased, leaving Hela torn between fondness and resentment.

Most infuriating was that she remained suspicious and wary, carefully observing every man around her, yet none seemed to fit the bill for this bastard.

That body had been incredibly strong. Even without seeing it directly, Hela could never forget the feeling of those hard muscles and defined lines entangled with her own.

"I want to see you!"

After saying this, Hela’s face burned crimson. If they met again, would she be subjected once more to that ecstatic, ravishing torment?

"So blunt, are we? Strong women really can lack charm sometimes."

Luis chuckled and said, "You don’t even know who I am, yet you’re asking to meet. Looks like I really fucked you senseless last time."

"Yes... having sex with you was very pleasurable. It was also my first time cheating."

Hela gritted her teeth and said, "Who you are isn’t important. What matters is my body. You must be satisfied with it too, right?"

"Who I am doesn’t matter. What if I’m Daniel? Would that make you feel even more excited, more thrilled?"

The words carried a hint of humiliation. Hela ground her teeth. "I’d recognize my own son. Anyway, so what if you’re someone I know? I’ve already slept with you."

"Even though you coerced me, that doesn’t matter anymore. As long as you help me, I’m willing to willingly be your lover."

True to her ambitious, decisive nature, Hela stated this firmly, without a shred of hesitation.

Luis silently admired her resolve, but his words showed no mercy. "My lover? I said you’d be my bitch."

"It’s the same. I will serve you sincerely, please you..."

"Don’t worry, I’ll be very obedient, very well-behaved. No matter who you are, I won’t have any second thoughts."

Uttering these degrading words, Hela felt not an ounce of shame. Instead, a delicious weakness spread through her bones.

She had been fiercely independent her whole life. This rare feeling of being conquered was confusing; she couldn’t tell if she wanted to see him just to relive that exquisite sensation.