The Greatest Dominance

Who Are You?

Looking at the woman who vomited all over him, Arthur sighed helplessly. He reached out to search the woman's body for her cell phone to call her friend, but after feeling through her clothes, he realized that she didn't bring her cell phone with her.

He really wanted to leave the woman in the bathroom, but the woman kept holding him tightly. There was really no other way, but for him to take out his cell phone and sent a message to Sharon, saying that he was going to change his clothes. 

The dinner was almost over when he returned, and his colleagues still had to work tomorrow, so they just ended the party and went home.

When most of them had left, Jillian, who was full of worries, finally stood up from his seat and slowly walked to Arthur. "Arthur, I did offend you before, but I know I was wrong. Now I sincerely apologize to you and hope you can forgive me." 

Jillian spent the whole afternoon thinking about how Arthur would retaliate against him. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. In the end, he couldn't eat a single bite of food.

Just as Jillian lowered his head in fear, Arthur's nonchalant voice sounded in his ears. "It's nothiing. I already forgot about it. How come you still remember it?"

In Arthur's mind, this was like an ant being arrogant towards him, but he was too lazy to even reach out and crush it to death.

"Ah?" Jillian was stunned. He was terrified all night, but Arthur didn't take his provocation seriously at all. "You just said a toast to us buying cars..."

"I just said it casually." Arthur smiled. "Didn't we really buy cars?"

"Yes...but..." Jillian wanted to say something, but felt that there was really nothing to say. After saying goodbye, he left the hotel in a daze.

After all the colleagues left the hotel, Arthur looked at Sharon and said. "I'll get you a room. You can sleep there for the night."

"Okay, thanks."

He took Sharon to the front desk and asked her about her next plan: "Where are you going next? Back to school or home?"

"If I go back to campus, I might get into trouble, but if I go home..." Sharon hesitated for a moment, lowered his head somewhat sadly. "I don't want to go home."

Arthur didn't notice the emotion in Sharon's words, but persuaded her. "If you can go home, it's better to go home. Living with your family is much better than staying outside."

Sharon did not mention her family again, but asked about Arthur's situation. "Arthur, aren't your parents here in New York?"

"Yes, but in my hometown of Catskill." Arthur walked into the elevator and told the story of his parents with emotion, "They are both native farmers. They sent me from the countryside to the big city and supported me until I graduated from college. But just as I started to earn money, my father fell ill."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Sharon said nervously.

"Yeah." Thinking of the despair some time ago, Arthur was still frightened. "Fortunately, I made some money, so my father's illness is being treated. Hopefully, he will recover soon."

"Arthur, did you earn all your wealth by yourself?" Hearing Arthur's words, Sharon opened her eyes wide in surprise. She originally thought Arthur was a low-key rich second-generation, but she didn't expect that Arthur's parents were both farmers.

Thinking of the system that fell from the sky like mana, Arthur paused. Then he replied. “I guess so.” 

Sharon admired Arthur more and more, and felt that he was really outstanding. Not only was he able to graduate based on little money, but he was also able to accumulate at least tens of millions of wealth in just a few years... It was simply too incredible to believe.

"Okay, we're here." The elevator stopped quickly, and Arthur handed the room card to Sharon, "My room is next to yours, remember to call me if you need anything."

"Yeah." Sharon stood at the door, looking up at Arthur, her eyes sparkling bright. "Thanks, Arthur. Good night."

After saying good night to Sharon, Arthur also felt sleepy, so he returned to the bed in the dark, took off his coat and went straight to the dreamland.

Maybe the hotel bed was relatively soft, or he was just too tired, Arthur slept very comfortably and had no dreams that night.

The next day, he woke up contentedly. Just as he stretched, he suddenly felt that he had touched something. But before he could even felt what his hand touched, he heard a scream. "Aaaargh..."

"Aaaargh..." The scream frightened Arthur too, losing the last bit of sleepiness he had. He rubbed his temples and sat up in bed in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he saw a girl holding the duvet to her chest and pointing at him. "Hey, who are you?"

"Who are you too?" The girl asked with wide eyes. "Don't make me call 911."

Then Arthur remembered. She was the woman who vomited all over him last night, and somehow brought her here before joining his colleagues. But why did he bring her up here?

"This is my room." Seeing the girl pointing at him and asking who he was, Arthur frowned. "I should be the one asking you that?"

"Hey, what are you talking about?!" The girl stammered as she stared accusingly at Arthur. "You didn't do anything to me, did you?"

"I didn't have time for that."

"How did I get here?"

"Can you perceive the smell on your body?"  Looking at the girl's appearance, Arthur smiled and said sarcastically. "Yea, that shouldtell you a lot."

The girl lowered her head and smelled, and found that she indeed smelled of vomit, and her clothes were still intact. She knew she had wronged Arthur, her face turned red, and she muttered softly. "Can't remember much."

"I was using the restroom when you came in and vomited all over me." Seeing the girl gradually calm down, Arthur sneered and said. "You see, I haven't asked you to compensate me for my clothes yet."

"But why are in the same bed?"

"If I don't sleep on the bed, should I sleep on the sofa?" The girl's aggrieved look did not move Arthur at all. "But seriously, I forgot you were here. If I had recalled that you were here in the first place, I would have moved you to the sofa."

Arthur's merciless words made the girl's face turn pale and red. She lowered her head obediently, listened to Arthur's words, and then looked up at him cautiously. "Can I take a shower?"

"Go ahead." Arthur took a look at the dirty coat he had thrown on the ground, and called the hotel service desk to ask them to send up a set of clean women's clothes.

While the girl was taking a shower, Arthur knocked on the bathroom door: "Clean clothes are hung on the handle, remember to change."

Several long minutes later, the girl came out of the bathroom. She was very pretty, with big eyes and a well-matched face. But in stark contrast to her angelic face was her curvy, almost bursting figure. Even Arthur, who prided himself on his strong self-control, couldn't help but stare at her several times.

Could this be the angelic face and devilish body?

"Thanks for everything." The girl walked slowly to Arthur, blushing and lowering her head. "Um...can you lend me your phone?"