Since he had received the Nathen Conglomerate's support early on, he would inevitably have to repay that favor. Whatever Miss Chelsea's reasons might have been, Jonas's principles would never change.
Hearing Jonas's words, Chelsea's tone remained outwardly unchanged. She blinked and said:
"Then I'll be counting on your guidance from now on, 'Master'?"
"Ahem, what kind of address is that?"
"Didn't you rather enjoy having me call you that during our private therapy sessions, Mr. Jonas?" Chelsea's tone held a hint of amusement.
"That was a necessary part of psychological treatment... Besides, didn't the treatment end ages ago?"
Jonas cleared his throat as he spoke, sounding slightly embarrassed.
"All right, then what would you like me to call you, Mr. Jonas?"
As Chelsea spoke, she leaned closer to the communicator and said:
"How about 'Daddy'?"
Despite the call separating them, Jonas almost felt her breath against his ear. He cleared his throat and declared sternly:
"No promoting improper relationships!"
"Aww, you're really no fun, Mr. Jonas."
Chelsea said this, then added as though something had occurred to her:
"Or is this what you called 'saying no while your body says yes'?"
Now I've really shot myself in the foot.
Jonas cleared his throat and changed the subject.
His call with Chelsea ended under her fierce onslaught. Their roles as attacker and defender should have been reversed, yet it looked as though Jonas had suffered a one-sided interrogation.
He had to admit that since the secretary incident, Miss Chelsea had become far more aggressive. The acquisitive drive she displayed in business was now plain to see. If she had previously been a novice in romance, the aggression she showed after finally letting loose truly matched her usual style.
Sunlight streaming through the windows brightened the office. For the first time in