Chapter 6. Borrowing Money from Raphael
“Lucas, I won’t take much of Mr. Wulfhart’s time. I only need two minutes. Please help me convey the message—”
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“beep beep beep…”
The call was cut off halfway. When Jacintha called back, she found that Lucas had blocked her number. Unwilling to give up, she decided to go straight to Wulfhart Entertainment Group.
This corporation was the headquarters of Wulfhart Group. The entire building, located in the heart of Velbruck’s commercial district, stood sixty stories tall, covering nearly nineteen thousand square meters, built at a cost of over two billion. Jacintha wanted to try her luck and see if she could meet Raphael in this building.
At the first-floor lobby, the receptionist greeted Jacintha politely but firmly, “Madam, if you don’t have an appointment, you cannot meet Mr. Wulfhart.”
“Then may I wait here for him?” Jacintha asked.
“Yes, of course.” The receptionist poured her a glass of water.
Jacintha sat in the lounge on the ground floor of Wulfhart Entertainment Group, waiting from just after nine in the morning until nearly eleven at night. Finally, she saw Raphael step out of the private elevator.
Raphael was tall, about 6 feet 10 inches. His black suit only accentuated his handsome and striking presence. The white shirt underneath was buttoned neatly, giving him a serious and cold demeanor.
On the surface, Raphael appeared as a polite and distant man, but when it came to sex, he was as wild as a beast. He disliked talking during sex and focused solely on fiercely fucking with his powerful, muscular body. Many times, Jacintha was fucked by him until she fainted.
“Mr. Wulfhart!” Seeing Raphael, Jacintha suddenly jumped up, her heart racing with tension and panic.
Hearing someone call him, Raphael glanced coldly toward the lounge area, his eyes utterly devoid of warmth. But in truth, seeing Jacintha standing not far from him made his heart skip a beat; something inside him seemed to push him toward her. However, his strong reason quickly awakened him, followed by an uncontrollable anger.
That feeling again—one he couldn’t suppress! Damn it! It seemed that by letting Jacintha stay by his side too long, he had inadvertently shifted a bit of the love he reserved for Sharon onto her. He should have sent her away much sooner. Then, as if not seeing Jacintha at all, Raphael continued walking toward the door.
Jacintha hurried to block his path, urgently pleading, “Mr. Wulfhart, I’m truly sorry, I was wrong! Last night, I shouldn’t have said those things. I was a fool for crossing the line. Please, give me one more chance to continue serving you...”
“Get lost!” Raphael said coldly, his face showing pure disgust as if Jacintha were something filthy he didn’t want to see.
A sharp pain pierced through Jacintha’s chest. She lowered her voice, begging, “Mr. Wulfhart, I really know I was wrong. Please consider that I’ve served you for two years and forgive me just this once. I won’t dare to do it again…”
Because she had a slight fever, her voice turned hoarse, and her throat felt as if it were being cut by knives. Every word she uttered brought her pain. Her face had grown pale, and beads of sweat dotted her forehead.
Raphael stared at her for a moment, then suddenly reached out and lifted her chin. "Tell me, how much money do you want?"
Exposed and vulnerable, Jacintha felt deeply ashamed, but she knew this was not the time to save face. Summoning all her courage, she said, "Could you lend me six hundred thousand dollars?"
Without waiting for Raphael’s response, she hurriedly added, "I promise I’ll pay you back. I can write an IOU!"
"Lend?" The corner of Raphael’s mouth curled into a mocking smile. "And what do you have to pay me back with? You planning to sell your body to settle the debt?"
Jacintha intended to say she would work to earn the money and repay in installments each month. But uncertain of Raphael’s meaning, she hesitated for a few seconds before nodding softly.
Raphael let out a cold laugh. "I’ve long grown tired of your filthy body."
Jacintha’s face turned deathly pale, drained of all color. Three of the receptionists, still on duty, turned their heads toward her at the sound of the commotion. Though their expressions remained gentle and friendly, their eyes revealed a hint of ridicule. Clearly, they also thought it despicable that Jacintha would sell herself for money.
Jacintha no longer had the energy to protect her dignity or pride; she forced a smile in an attempt to appease Raphael. "Mr. Wulfhart, I…"
Before she could finish, a melodious tune suddenly filled the air. Raphael pulled out his phone and glanced at it; the cold expression on his face softened. Answering the call, he walked outside. "Hey Sharon, what’s up?"
Hearing that name from Raphael’s mouth, Jacintha froze slightly.
Sharon — the woman Raphael truly loved. Her acting career was flourishing, boasting over a billion followers on social media. And Sharon always claimed she was single.
Jacintha had been Raphael’s sugar baby for two years, so she more or less understood the nature of their relationship. Sharon seemed to be Raphael’s childhood sweetheart; she was raised in his family home, and because she wanted to cultivate an image of an independent, empowered woman, Sharon refused to make their romantic relationship public.
In reality, all of Sharon’s resources and connections in the entertainment industry came from Raphael. Backed by Wulfhart Group, Sharon was practically the princess of the entertainment world—no one dared to challenge her. Yet in public, Sharon claimed that all her successes were earned through her own efforts, and many fans were drawn to her because of this resilience.
Out of respect for Sharon, Raphael restrained himself from getting close to her. It was precisely for this reason that Raphael wanted Jacintha, whose face resembled Sharon’s, to be his sugar baby. Everything Raphael couldn’t do with Sharon, he did with Jacintha, including his preference for roughness during sex.
Jacintha stood still for a moment, lost in thought, then hurried to follow. But by the time she reached the door, she only caught a glimpse of Raphael sliding into his car. The vehicle quickly disappeared into the night.
The solid black Rolls-Royce glided through the night. Inside the car, silence reigned, broken only by the gentle, graceful piano music. Raphael sat in the back seat, eyes closed, resting. Suddenly recalling something, he opened his eyes, took out his phone, and called Lucas.
“Boss, is there something you wish to instruct me?” Lucas’s respectful voice came from the other end.
“Find out what Jacintha needs six hundred thousand dollars for,” Raphael said coldly.
Lucas was silently surprised, unable to understand why the Boss cared about Jacintha. Just as he was about to respond, Raphael changed his mind, “Forget it. No need to investigate.”
“Yes, sir.” Though confused about what was going on, Lucas was obedient and didn’t ask any further questions.
Raphael had never allowed a small assistant like him to meddle in his private affairs. His job was simply to follow orders and carry out Raphael’s wishes.