Her hand was completely pinned down. She wanted to pull free, but there was nothing she could do.
The anger in Chelsea's eyes looked ready to erupt, yet the man before her seemed utterly oblivious to it, leaving her deeply frustrated.
The waitstaff around them had tactfully vanished somewhere, and Chelsea suddenly regretted agreeing to negotiate on his home turf.
If this had been Nathen Conglomerate territory, would Jonas have had any chance to take such liberties? The moment her first warning went unheeded, the bodyguards beside her could have ripped his hand off.
Unfortunately, no amount of regret could help Chelsea now. She was entirely at his mercy.
"Miss Chelsea, you wouldn't want anyone finding out that you once had a sex doll chip implanted, would you?"
At those words, Chelsea stiffened and stopped trying to struggle, simply glaring viciously at the young man before her.
There was no denying that Jonas had struck Chelsea's weak spot. She abandoned the idea of struggling for the moment and asked with some difficulty:
"Are you... trying to blackmail me with that?"
Jonas gently traced the scar on her wrist, and Chelsea couldn't help panting softly. She felt something inside her stir, her body growing hot along with it. Her lips parted, letting out a quiet moan. When she realized she had lost her composure, her cheeks flushed even deeper, whether from embarrassment or anger, she couldn't tell.
Chelsea shot Jonas a fierce glare. He was holding her hand and toying with her, yet all she could do now was warn him with her eyes not to go any further.
Seemingly sensing that her embarrassment and anger had reached their breaking point, Jonas stopped what he was doing and said softly:
"No, Miss Chelsea, you seem to have misunderstood..."
After a pause,