The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Do It Again

The next day, Christine made nearly a hundred calls, almost wearing out her contact list.

Her social circle had always been simple – mostly well-educated, middle-class women like herself. Most worked in universities either teaching or doing research, or were like Rachel, doctors dedicated to saving lives on the frontline. Her husband Ethan’s connections were mainly other pharmaceutical researchers who spent their days in labs, plus some friends from photography and art circles.

Asking these friends to help get someone out of drug trafficking charges? It was impossible. Even trying to get connections to the Drug Enforcement Agency through them seemed like a pipe dream.

Almost everyone gave her the same answer: “I’m so sorry, but I can’t help.”

Deep down, Christine knew. Drug possession was such a serious charge that she should be grateful her friends hadn’t cut ties completely, let alone expect their help.

As she made more calls, her guilt grew until she couldn’t bring herself to dial another number. Her friends’ sincere apologies made her feel ashamed. More importantly, she was becoming painfully aware that this was all a waste of time.

From the very beginning, Oliver, herself, and their parents had been thrown into an abyss.

Time ticked by relentlessly. She hadn’t found any useful connections, nor any evidence that Oliver had been framed.

Things weren’t going well with her parents either.

Her father called to say they were talking to banks and small private lenders about mortgaging their house. They wanted to raise money for Oliver’s bail, just to see him once.

Christine was against this idea. Unlike the Blackwoods with their endless wealth from their business empire, her family wasn’t rich. The house was bought with her parents’ hard-earned savings years ago. If they sold it, where would they live? How would they survive?

But they had no choice. Her father mentioned that her mother, Patricia, hadn’t slept for nights. That afternoon, Patricia had almost fainted at home. Though she was stable now, she was too weak to speak, just lying in bed, crying endlessly.

Christine quickly ended the call with her father before her tears could fall. Right then, Rebecca Sinclair called, exchanging pleasantries before asking if Christine had contacted Adrian and what he’d said.

Christine fell silent, unsure how to tell her mother-in-law that she’d had a falling out with Adrian – especially given the circumstances in his car, with her barely dressed.

Sensing her discomfort, Rebecca didn’t press further. “Don’t worry, dear. I’ll call Adrian myself. Or if that doesn’t work, I can take you to his office tomorrow morning. He has many connections – he’ll find a way.”

Christine bit her lip before responding, “No need. I’ll go to his office myself tomorrow.”

It had been a week since that incident, and Adrian hadn’t come home once. They hadn’t seen each other at all.

Christine hated the idea of begging Adrian, but she was out of options. Every day her brother remained in custody, her parents suffered more. Once their savings were gone, their family would fall apart, never returning to their once peaceful, happy life.

Compared to that, what did her pride matter?

At 5 PM, Christine called Adrian. James answered, saying his boss was too busy to take calls.

Christine nodded and let him have Adrian contact her when possible. After a moment’s hesitation, James quietly said, “Miss Christine, please don’t call again. The boss has instructed us not to accept your calls.”

Christine hung up, stunned.

She understood Adrian’s message.

Everyone on that yacht that night had been wealthy and powerful. She had no idea whose wrath she’d incurred. Even for Adrian, with all his money, company, and connections – helping her could damage years of carefully built relationships. Why should he risk that for her?

Christine covered her face in desperation.

Perhaps it was this utter desperation that led to an outrageous, shameful thought: if… just if… doing that with Adrian again could save her brother…

She would do it.

The way he’d acted so animalistic, so wild with her – she didn’t understand why, but she knew that in their previous loveless encounters, he’d undeniably wanted her body. Did he still want her now? She wasn’t sure.

But this was her only bargaining chip: her body, her dignity.

She had to take the gamble.

In silence, Christine stood up and walked to the bathroom to shower and change.

At that moment, Adrian really was busy – too busy to take Christine’s calls.

Harrison Astor had just messaged him that little guy Oliver’s case was nearly settled. He should only need to stay in detention for two more days as a formality before being released.

They’d also identified who had framed Oliver. After a few conversations in the coming days, the matter should be resolved.

However, since this involved federal drug charges, it wasn’t a small matter. Some behind-the-scenes negotiations were inevitable. Harrison had arranged a private dinner, acting as intermediary to introduce Adrian, the “client,” to several key figures from the mayor’s office, DEA, and district attorney’s office.

“Hey, bro, I know you hate these social obligations, but you really need to come to this one. Think of it as an early celebration!”

Harrison’s cheerful voice came through the phone as he casually listed off the names of his “friends” who would attend.

Standing nearby, James listened in amazement. Despite his years working for Adrian, he was stunned by the caliber of people involved. These were names you’d only see in the news, some practically untouchable – yet they were all willing to help free an ordinary citizen from drug charges.

Harrison truly had incredible connections.

Adrian just nodded and gave a simple “Mm.”

He had another dinner at 6 PM, but he barely ate before leaving for Harrison’s private club in the Upper East Side. The luxurious private room was filled with powerful figures, with several security guards posted outside.

Having arrived late, Adrian was “punished” with a drink by Harrison. The usually brooding man downed it in one go, earning appreciative comments about his tolerance from the VIPs.

Adrian acknowledged them gracefully. Harrison made introductions, and the dinner soon took on a relaxed atmosphere.

After the important guests left, Harrison showed his usual playful side, flopping onto the sofa beside Adrian and throwing an arm around his shoulders. “So, big bro, what reward do I get for handling this?”

Adrian glanced at him. “Whatever you want. Take your pick.”

“Whoa! So generous? For real? Well, then, I’m definitely choosing something good!”

Harrison’s eyes darted around the room mischievously before landing on James Cooper behind Adrian.

“How about packaging up your three assistants for me? Everyone says you have the world’s best assistants – let me feel like an emperor too!”

James: “…”

Thomas lurking in the shadows: “…”

Daniel back at the office: *sneeze*

Harrison was serious.

Those three assistants had been with Adrian since he took over the family business. Every time Harrison saw them, they attended to Adrian perfectly. With just one look from their boss, they could read exactly which cigarette brand he wanted – one would hand him the cigarette, another would light it, and the third would hold the ashtray. Their coordination was flawless.

Harrison always marveled at this: when would he get such incredible assistants?

Among the three, Thomas was unbeatable in fighting – Harrison had no idea where Adrian found such a warrior. Daniel, though a bit flamboyant (Harrison often questioned his orientation), was credited by Harrison’s father as being half the reason for Adrian’s business success.

James was Harrison’s favorite – a true all-rounder who managed every aspect of Adrian’s daily life perfectly. Sometimes Harrison wondered if Adrian even took James to the bathroom, and let James take hold of his dick when peeing.

For years, Harrison’s parents had been pushing him to start his own career. They said his networking skills were valuable, but without solid personal capability and resources, all connections would be worthless. People always follow the wind – if his family’s influence declined, knowing every US president or even aliens wouldn’t help.

After consideration, Harrison thought they had a point. So he planned to use Adrian’s three assistants as his stepping stone into business.

Adrian took a sip of wine, leaning back into the wide sofa. Holding a cigarette, he tilted his head back, eyes half-closed. After a while, he said: “Give away, no. Borrow, maybe.”

James: Thank god, still employed!

Thomas: One boss is enough, can’t handle two.

Daniel at the office: *sneeze*… “Am I catching a cold?”

Pleased that Adrian’s favor was nearly settled, Harrison proudly announced he’d invited some film school girls to join their entertainment tonight.

As everyone cheered, they noticed Chase hunched in a corner, motionless except for his mumbling lips. Getting closer, they heard him muttering about women being unpredictable – clearly heartbroken.

Everyone cracked up, joking about waking their friend from his lovesick state. Someone suggested fighting fire with fire – since Chase’s ex was Italian, they should order Italian food for shock therapy.

Really, they just wanted pizza.

Soon, over a dozen beautiful sexy girls entered the private room, each carrying a pizza.

The combination of beautiful women and junk food instantly transformed the high-end atmosphere into a testosterone-filled zone. Chase remained slumped lifelessly in his spot until Harrison, annoyed, whispered something to one of the girls. She sashayed over to Chase, straddled his lap, and tried to feed him pizza.

“Hot… hot…”

Before Chase could protest further, a second beauty with an ice cube in her mouth sat on his other leg. She held his face and passed him the ice cube with a passionate kiss.

The girl wore a dress with a high slit, and she guided Chase’s hands to caress her waist and hips suggestively.

At first, he remained unresponsive, but after several seconds of French kissing and the girls’ wandering hands, he came alive. He returned the kiss, their tongues dancing with melting ice, while his hands grew bold, exploring the girls’ curves.

The guys burst into laughter.

A mature, stunning woman approached Adrian with an ice cube, attempting the same move.

Before she could get close, Harrison stopped her. “Hey beautiful, wrong target. This is my big bro – he doesn’t kiss women. Try someone else.”

The girl thought Harrison was joking and tried again, but his grip on her wrist was firm. Pouting, she turned to find another target.

Chase broke away from his kiss, turning in shock. “No way! Bro, you still haven’t… kissed anyone?!”

He remembered from college that Adrian had severe germaphobia. Even during intimacy, he’d never kiss his partners or let them near his mouth.

But Chase hadn’t expected that after all these years, as they’d grown from boys to men, Adrian still hadn’t kissed a woman.

“So… the boss still has his first kiss.”

As the others teased, Harrison got excited. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, playfully moving closer to Adrian with exaggerated coyness. “Well then, I’ll sacrifice myself. Give me your first kiss, boss?”

“Fuck off.”

Adrian turned his head away, his sharp jawline catching the dim light, his Adam’s apple prominent and sensual. He frowned in disgust, his voice thick with irritation.