The Almighty Lord Caspian by Cath Nitfisch

Chapter 7 Transfer the Money and I Will Sleep With You

In the CEO’s office, Willow leaned back in her executive chair. Her eyes were filled with tears of frustration.

She was so furious about what had just happened.

She had gone to Alan’s office. However, he actually asked her to sleep with him in the lounge!

Otherwise, he made it clear that his investment was off the table.

Willow stormed out of the door. She would never allow herself to do such a thing.

Throughout her career, she relied on her own abilities to build her business. Similarly, Willow felt regretful.

Inwardly, she scolded herself for being so naive.

During her negotiation with Alan, she failed to write the details of the contract in black and white.

Now, she only had two options. She could either give in to Alan or watch her company go bankrupt because of a shortfall of eight million dollars.

She would never choose the first option.

However, was she really going to watch the company she had worked so hard to build go bankrupt?

As Willow was in a dilemma with tears streaming down her face, there was a knock on her office door.

Someone walked in.

Willow wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and tried to compose herself.

She suppressed her emotions and swiveled around to find that it was Caspian who walked in.

Willow did her best to calm herself down and looked up at Caspian with a smile. “Mr. Lynch, have you made a decision? Can you start working today?”

Caspian did not reply.

When he saw the tears on Willow’s long eyelashes, he reached for a tissue from the coffee table and handed it to her.

Stunned, Willow took the tissue and wiped away her tears, feeling embarrassed.

Caspian couldn’t help feeling sorry for Willow. She had gone through a hard time, and now she had to put on a brave front before her employees.

He comforted her, saying, “Although the world claims to uphold gender equality, women face more challenges in their careers as compared to men.

“Women are always tempted by honey traps in the face of financial interest. Ms. Stewart, it is admirable that you have kept yourself pure until now.”

her face, she whispered, “You say that like you know all about

“I have no idea, but I could guess. Seeing as

could guess, but I failed to do

You just temporarily lost your way in the face of enormous financial

Caspian’s analysis was

spoke to Caspian, “Why didn’t

hesitation, “Why should I have told you

response took Willow by

Caspian was right.

only paid

reason for him to

a moment and continued, “Then why are you

nonchalantly. “Consoling you is just one of my aims. What I hope for is that

Business partner?

only intended for Caspian to be her company’s

was going to offer him a

to offer him any of the company’s

another 8 million dollars to complete the project. With your abilities and an addition of 2 million dollars for promotional funding, I’m sure this project will

aback by Caspian’s

budget that Caspian told her was nearly identical to her own private estimates.

million dollars in the company, will you give me 51% of the company’s shares? You will retain

“Are you kidding me? Caspian, are you here to mock me? Do you think 12 million

your current salary, you couldn’t earn that amount in a lifetime. Even if you worked two or three lifetimes, you wouldn’t even

only 12 million dollars. To me, it’s just a drop

She had never seen someone

man. However, the words he was saying now completely contradicted

million dollars? Caspian, let me ask you. With your day job and delivering parcels part-time, how

made light of 12 million dollars.

Caspian had no intention to show off. As Lord Caspian of Diadem Hall, even if there were

Stewart, I’m not joking. I will provide 12 million dollars from my personal account.

valued Caspian as a diligent employee. Little did she expect to find out after talking to him personally that Caspian was actually a

wasting her time and effort in promoting him to the

Caspian had not accepted her offer. Otherwise, the company she built up through

again, “Ms. Stewart, have

incensed. She picked up a folder next to her and slammed it onto the

Please leave. I’m very busy and don’t have

not joking with you. I’m

business. You want

coat. She was wearing a tight-fitting pink blouse underneath that showed off her

voluptuous chest heaved up and down as she tried to suppress her

contract she

the keyboard as she made a few modifications to the contents of the document. In a