Mason Nightshade curled his lips and coldly snorted, "Do you think I'm going to punish my secretary for someone like you? It's their misfortune to encounter someone like you! Also..." Mason squinted his eyes, warning, "Stay away from the women in my company and don't cause trouble here!"
Grayson Quinn cried out in pain, "Colonel, you're still so unromantic. You're abstinent, but you can't expect everyone to join you in abstinence. Just so you know, I can't hold out." During the closed military training, he would sneak out over the wall.
Besides Mason Nightshade, there's probably no one in this world who can restrain him.
"Officer Quinn, the boss is not like you. The boss is just self-disciplined," Gustavo Yates defended his boss.
Grayson Quinn narrowed his long phoenix eyes, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Gustavo Yates with a smile like a sly fox, "Little Gustavo, following the colonel has made you bolder. Come here, let me take a good look at you."
Gustavo Yates shivered, shaking his head like a rattle, "No way!"
Who knows what trick he would play next? He's not foolish enough to go to him voluntarily.
"Tsk, tsk, getting more disobedient," Grayson Quinn pondered for a moment and then, in a flash, his figure, as quick as a cheetah, swiftly circled behind Gustavo Yates. With clearly defined fingers, he clamped Gustavo's arms behind his back, nudged his knee forward, and before Gustavo had time to react, he was pinned on the sofa.
Grayson Quinn leaned into his ear, laughing softly, "So disrespectful to an officer. How should I punish you, hmm?" Sourced directly from *.
Goosebumps popped up all over Gustavo Yates's body as he suddenly recalled a rumor he heard during his time in the military—during closed training, Grayson Quinn secretly sneaked out to play and was caught by the boss, who penalized him with an extra month of training time.
No one knows why, but during that month, Grayson Quinn actually trained obediently and didn't sneak out even once. But one night, maybe because he had been holding it in for too long, he made a move on his squadmate...
Thinking of this, Gustavo Yates's face turned shades of liver red, and he struggled fiercely, "Officer... Officer Quinn, let... let me go..."
Grayson Quinn chuckled softly, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I'll do something to you? But, speaking of which... your skin is really nice, smooth to the touch, just like a woman's skin."
Having his face touched, Gustavo Yates felt like that hand was a snake's tongue sliding across his face, his stomach churning in nausea as he called out to Mason Nightshade for help, "Ah! Boss, help!!!"
"Alright! Grayson, cut it out," Mason Nightshade finally said in a deep voice, breaking his silence.
Grayson Quinn pouted and reluctantly let go, "A bunch of old fossils, no sense of fun."
He remembered something and said, "Oh, right, your secretary just brought you a USB drive. It's on your desk."
Mason Nightshade's eyes glinted, then he stood up and strode over to the large board desk, sure enough seeing a USB drive lying there. His cold lips curled into a smirk as he picked up the USB drive, sat down at the board desk, and inserted the drive into the computer.
The computer screen began to play the footage.
Grayson Quinn sensed a whiff of scandal. What had he seen?
Was stodgy old Mason Nightshade smiling at a USB drive?
Not a sinister or cold smile, but a genuine smile that made goosebumps rise all over, making the scalp tingle?!