Capítulo 351: The end-game

Cervantez was not a man-whore, nor did he have any tendencies to become a prostitute for information, hence when the president suggested that he sleep with her to get the information he wanted, he felt instantly repulsed.

Internally, he wondered as to just how fucked up the president had to be to even suggest such a thing, however, externally he maintained a calm face.

"How about I give you another bottle of this delicious champagne instead ma'am? I'm kind of saving myself till marriage–" Cervantez suggested, as he tried to decline the president's advance without trying to offend her with his rejection.

"Saving yourself till marriage? What year is this child? 1999? Grow up!" President Verma said, scoffing, as she did not Cervantez's excuse that he was saving himself till marriage.