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.”

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

idea, but I could guess. Seeing as your eyes are so red, I

guess, but I failed to do

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

was

to Caspian, “Why didn’t

hesitation, “Why should I have told you

unexpected response took Willow

Caspian was right.

only paid

no reason for him

why are you telling me all this now? Are you trying to

“Consoling you is just one of my aims. What I hope for is that my future business partner will

Business partner?

to be

him a base salary plus

him

“My rough estimate is that the company needs another 8 million dollars to complete the

was taken aback by Caspian’s

identical to her own private estimates. She had never discussed this with anyone, so how did

in the company, will you give me 51% of the company’s

and exclaimed, “Are you kidding me? Caspian, are you here to mock me? Do you think 12 million dollars is something

a lifetime. Even if you worked two or three lifetimes, you wouldn’t

To me, it’s just a drop in the

indifferent demeanor infuriated Willow. She had never seen someone

a hardworking and humble young man. However, the words he was saying now completely contradicted

let me ask you. With your day job and

way he made light of 12 million dollars. She was angered as she was struggling to make up

of Diadem Hall, even if there were a few more zeros involved, he

chair, Caspian spoke to Willow in earnest, “Ms. Stewart, I’m not joking. I will provide 12 million dollars from my personal account. My condition is to exchange this 12 million dollars

she expect to find out after talking to him

effort in promoting him to the position of project

accepted her offer. Otherwise, the company she built up through sweat and tears would be ruined by

was feeling frustrated when Caspian asked again, “Ms. Stewart, have you thought it

was incensed. She picked up a folder next to her and slammed

busy and don’t

Stewart, I’m not

You want to talk seriously,

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

up and down as she tried to

for the contract she prepared for Alan beforehand regarding

fingers flew across the keyboard as she made a few modifications to the contents of the document. In a few minutes,