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In response to Max's words, the Provost slightly raised one of her brows and drew her shoulders back to take in Max's physical details from a farther angle.

'Has he gone insane?'

Finding no abnormalities, she kept quiet for about three seconds.

"...Changed your mind?"

Seemingly confused by this, she urged him to go on.

At which Max's smile became more villainous.

"Yes." Max responded and further continued.

"...Let's start all over. Instead of her, I want you."

He pointed at the nude lady, then glanced back at the Provost's flushed cheeks—not of shyness but humiliation and suppressed fury.

"Surely you jest, Mr. Rider?"

Barely restraining her emotions at this point, the Provost took deep breaths several times, the glint in her eyes dangerously focused on him.

"No, I don't."

Max smiled, simply dismissing the threatening glints in her eyes.

Seeing this, the Provost appeared stumped and too lost for words to reply.

Behind the Provost, Sloane's heart shook slightly as fear of Max crept into her heart.

Never had she seen someone of the opposite gender make the Provost look this way.

And if he threatened, the Provost could fire her, then silence her in secret because she knew too much.

The reality that Max could have such influence over her life in barely thirty minutes shook her to the core, and she almost stumbled back in fear.

"What's your choice?"

Holding the coffee to his lips as he took a sip, Max revealed his impatience.

"I refuse—"

"Don't worry, I'll give you time to think of your circumstances and embrace the thought."

Halfway through her statement, Max quickly cut her off as he realized something.

'I've pushed her too much in such a short time. And it's said even dogs bite back when pushed with no other option.'

Adding to the fact that the Provost was a powerful woman who could have possibly killed—or hired someone to do the job for her.

Even if she was scheming, she could lose that rational part of her and choose the easier method to end the whole issue—killing him, that is.

Of course, she wouldn't be able to hide it even if she wanted to, but no matter how long she'd be imprisoned, she would be alive, and he would be dead.

'All this under the hypothesis that she may have a Glock in her drawer or even so, close enough to get me before I reach the door.' Excluding the thought of using his superhuman agility in such circumstances, Max decided to play it safe.

Though he knew little about psychological warfare, he realized that the resolve she was grinding in silence would be shattered if he offered her a way out.

And just like Max speculated, the resolute look in the Provost's eyes vanished, replaced by surprise.

"Why the sudden change of mind?"

Quickly reforming her thoughts, the Provost maintained eye contact as she spoke.

"Well… You're far more pretty being rational. Your lipstick was almost ruined too."

A contrasting tone from his villainous arrogance a few moments ago, Max smiled in earnest like he was complimenting his beautiful neighbor.

Stunned. There was a little crack in the Provost's expression as she continued to observe him.

"Impudent," she said, with a cold frown.

"I know."

'Now she's probably concluded that I'm a psycho.'

Returning a smirk, Max's face turned cold as he spoke again.

"Think of it as our little secret for the time being while also noting that I am not stupid in any way."

The Provost listened and didn't respond, knowing what he meant by the last part.

'Such a dangerous boy.'

"That said, I think I'll act upon your first offer."

"Huh?"

Just when she thought that was the end of their discussion, Max's hinting tone made her trace the direction of his eyes to her nude PA.

Realizing what Max meant, Sloane bit her lips to ease her embarrassment.

"You can have her." The Provost's tone was cold as she said this, clearly having no qualms.

"Hmm." Max nodded and stood up.

"Come over here."

With a commanding tone and eyes that lacked pity, Max gestured for the nude lady to walk toward him while he unhurriedly pushed away the seat.

Click click click.

Her chest slightly moved as she walked toward him. On heels, she was a head above him up close. However, Max showed no inferiority, raising his eyes to observe her flushed face.

'What a bitch. She doesn't look unwilling in the slightest.'

"What's your name?"

Max demanded with authority, causing the lady's neck to flush with a deep pink hue.

"S… Sloane."

Shaken by his cold tone, she almost stuttered but managed to save herself from the memory of it.

"Hmm." A cold nod.

"Unbutton my shirt and belt."

Gazing up at her eyes, he commanded.

Sitting at a desk, the Provost appeared momentarily captivated and watched with cold interest, showing no sign that she would leave her office for the two of them.

Softly biting her lips, Sloane raised her hands to quietly unbutton Max's shirt.

For the next minute, the office was filled with the silent shuffling of fabric until there was a distinct click.

Max was now topless, his refined muscles exposed while a hand continued to unbuckle his belt.

Seconds ticked, and he took his belt from her hands, coiling it as he placed it on the desk while the tension rose.

"Pull it out and suck it."

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