chapter 28 It's time to cash in on your bet

Violet was avoiding something, and Jackson was fully aware of it. It was none other than last night's bet. "Avoiding it is useless. It's impossible for that girl to take the initiative now. It seems I have to personally visit the president's office to claim the bet," Jackson thought with a chuckle in his heart. "Jackson, I heard you wiped out the entire bodyguard team last night?" Ezequiel asked in amazement. Ezequiel didn't live in the Griffith Family's villa but rented a place nearby, living alone. In his words, it was to add an extra layer of security for the Griffith Family. If something happened internally, he could act as external support and deal with emergencies quickly. So, when he learned about Jackson's feat last night, he was quite astonished. Honestly, even he couldn't take down all the bodyguards. "Too bad Ezequiel didn't live in the villa, he missed a good show," Jackson said with a grin. Ezequiel forced a smile, "It's probably good that I didn’t stay in the villa, otherwise I would have been beaten up last night too." Jackson's actions last night had completely won the hearts of everyone in the Griffith Family. When Jackson first arrived at the Griffith Family, whether it was the bodyguards or the maids, they all resisted him. They were respectful on the surface, but didn't take him seriously in their hearts. But after last night, Jackson's status in the Griffith Family had changed dramatically. The bodyguards respected him, the maids talked about him, and even the usually critical Atticus started greeting Jackson proactively. Actually, Ezequiel started to admire Jackson a bit. He had been with Apollo for eight full years before he gained the recognition of the Griffith Family. But Jackson did it in just one night. Their difference was huge. ... At the Griffith Group, in the president's office. Violet was discussing work with Carlos. Suddenly, the door opened. Jackson, hands in pockets, walked in directly. Carlos was about to get angry, but when he saw it was Jackson, the emotion he had been brewing was forcibly suppressed. A smile appeared on his face, "Mr. Jackson!" "Manager Carlos, good morning. I hope I'm not interrupting your work," Jackson glanced at him. Carlos wouldn't dare to be a third wheel. He quickly stood up and said to Violet, "President Violet, I just remembered there's some work outside I haven't finished. I'll leave first." Without waiting for Violet's response, Carlos quickly left the office, even closing the door behind him. "Don’t you know how to knock?" Violet was angry, annoyed at the sight of Jackson. Jackson sat on the soft sofa, smiling, "I wouldn't if I could help it, but who made you avoid me?" "Who's avoiding you?" Violet's face flushed, her voice soft. Jackson chuckled, "Not avoiding me? That's good. Haven't forgotten about last night's bet, have you?" "I haven't forgotten..." Violet nervously clenched her small hands. This jerk, he wouldn't be planning to cash in the bet here, would he? "Be proactive, be in position," Jackson said with a mischievous smile. Violet almost fainted, "Not here!" "Hmph, the bet should have been settled last night. The reason I waited until today was not to make you uncomfortable. You wouldn't want your dad to see it in your house, right?" Jackson said lightly. "Then, lock the door!" Violet knew she couldn't escape and made her last request. "What's there to be afraid of? Isn't it more thrilling this way?" Jackson chuckled and walked behind Violet. Violet bit her lip, trembling slightly, but still stood up. She wasn't one to break a promise. She would do whatever she said. Pushing back her chair, she took a small step back. Violet slowly placed her arms on the desk, her body in a semi-prone position, her buttocks perked up like ripe peaches. "Go ahead," Violet bit her lip and closed her eyes. "Let me clarify first, the bet is to spank you once, not just one slap. How long one time lasts, I decide," Jackson said cunningly. "You're shameless, playing with words!" Violet exclaimed in anger and embarrassment. "You dare to call me shameless? Last time, didn’t you also play with the bet, only kissing my cheek?" Jackson retorted. Violet, on the verge of tears, felt like she had shot herself in the foot. Smack! Jackson chuckled wickedly, raising his hand and unexpectedly slapped her perked up buttocks. Five minutes later. Sitting on the sofa, shaking his slightly numb hand, Jackson clicked his tongue. Violet's buttocks really felt great. He was only going to slap a few times, but he couldn't stop. After continuously slapping, Jackson still felt a sense of dissatisfaction in his heart. If not for his hands going numb and Violet’s buttocks being slapped to a state of swollen red, Jackson wouldn’t mind going on slapping. Compared to Jackson, Violet was in a much worse situation. She remained in a position as if she was about to get spanked, not because she didn't want to sit down, but because both sides of her buttocks were swollen and red, making it impossible to sit comfortably. "What a bastard!" "It's so hateful, he actually hit such a shameful area of mine!" "He has no compassion for women at all!" "What if someone sees me like this later, what should I do!" Violet cursed Jackson in her heart and worried secretly. Such a posture, if seen by the employees, would be embarrassing. Jackson, observant as he was, noticed Violet's awkwardness. He made a call to his secretary, instructing that the president needed to rest in the morning, and no one was allowed in the office without permission. Seeing Violet's furrowed brows, Jackson touched his nose and chuckled, "How about I help you rub it?" "Go to hell! I don't want you to rub it!" Violet's face turned red instantly, angry that this jerk had taken advantage of her and was still harbouring bad intentions! "How can you work like this? If I don’t help reduce the swelling, you won’t be able to work properly in the afternoon. Come on, I have good techniques!" Jackson voluntarily went behind Violet, pulled up a chair, and sat down. He placed his hands on Violet's perky buttocks and began to rub. Violet tensed up immediately, the movement causing her to inhale sharply and let out a hissing moan in pain. "Don’t move," Jackson said with a frown. In front of him were Violet's buttocks, resembling two peach halves, especially sensitive to his touch, twisting in all directions with his hand movements. The most fatal part was the near-moaning sound coming from Violet, unable to contain it. This was unbearably seductive for Jackson, who soon had a physiological reaction. He struggled with his inner turmoil, trying hard to reduce her swelling. After all, he had to solve the trouble he had caused. After about ten minutes of Jackson's gentle rubbing, Violet felt much better. She cautiously sat down, feeling only a burning sensation, as if reminding her of everything she had just experienced. "Doesn't hurt anymore, right? Hehe, people call me the miraculous doctor. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere in the future, just find me!" Jackson said cheekily. "You can leave now!" Violet really wanted to strangle him. "Wait!" Just as Jackson was about to leave, Violet suddenly called out, "Go to the HR department and ask Manager Alaia for some documents for me." "Why should I go?" Jackson asked discontentedly. Violet's cheeks turned red, and she retorted angrily, "Isn’t it all your fault?" Jackson glanced at her, understood her predicament, made an OK gesture, and headed straight to the HR department. The HR department was on the 12th floor. Exiting the elevator, Jackson, unfamiliar with the way, stopped a bespectacled girl carrying a bunch of files. "Excuse me, beauty, could you tell me how to get to Manager Alaia's office?" The bespectacled girl examined Jackson carefully, instantly smitten by his good looks. "I can show you the way, but first, handsome, you have to tell me your name." "My name is Jackson. And you?" "Jackson? That name sounds familiar, like I've heard it somewhere." The girl, Alivia, blushed as Jackson looked at her, quickly responding, "I’m Alivia, an accountant in the HR department." Eager not to let a handsome man slip away, Alivia added Jackson on Facebook before pointing down the corridor, "Turn left ahead, the first office is Manager Alaia's." "Thank you, Miss Alivia," Jackson said with a smile, then turned and walked towards the end of the corridor. Alivia watched Jackson's retreating figure until he disappeared around the corner, her eyes filled with hearts, "He's so handsome! I forgot to ask which department he’s from!" ...... Standing at the door of the HR manager's office, Jackson knocked. "Come in." A cool voice responded from inside. Jackson knew the HR manager was a woman. He had heard her voice before when Carlos caused trouble, but he had no particular impression then. Now, hearing her voice through the door, Jackson realized how pleasant it sounded. Jackson twisted the door open and entered the office. As soon as he stepped in, he saw a cool and aloof beauty sitting in front of the desk straight ahead. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, her features were exquisite, her expression slightly cold, and her skin had an almost pale hue. Under the desk, a pair of fair, long legs were crossed, adorned with black high heels. Her delicate and fine feet were crystal clear, and even her toes were clean and tidy. "What a great beauty!" Jackson exclaimed in admiration. He had seen pretty women in the finance department, but the women in HR, like Alivia and the woman in front of him, Alaia, were top-tier. Look at this face, look at this figure, look at these beautiful legs. This woman, it's just that her demeanour is a bit too cold. However, nowadays, cold women are also a kind of charming temperament, and some men like this type. Like Jackson. While Jackson was observing Alaia, Alaia was also observing him. Although she was unclear about Jackson's true identity, the fact that he was valued by the chairman indicated he had extraordinary abilities. But after observing, Alaia couldn't find anything on him that was particularly noteworthy. Instead, his lecherous eyes, always roaming over her body, were repulsive.