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

as your eyes are

you could guess, but I failed to

yourself. You just temporarily lost your way in

acknowledgment. Caspian’s analysis was in line

to Caspian, “Why didn’t you

should I

response took Willow

Caspian was right.

paid him a

no reason for him to

“Then why are you telling me all this now?

“Consoling you is just one of my aims. What I hope for is that my future business partner will not

Business partner?

intended for Caspian to be her

him a base

to offer him any of

estimate is that the company needs 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

was taken aback by Caspian’s

told her was nearly identical to her own private estimates. She had never discussed

12 million dollars in the company, will you give me 51%

out of her chair and exclaimed, “Are you kidding me? Caspian, are you here to mock me? Do you think 12 million dollars is something you can come up with by mere

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

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

demeanor infuriated Willow. She had never seen someone

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

job and delivering parcels part-time, how much money can you earn in a

light of 12 million dollars. She was angered as she was struggling to make up for the enormous gap in

Diadem Hall, even if there were a few more zeros involved, he could afford it.

provide 12 million dollars from my personal account. My condition

she expect

regretted wasting her time and effort in promoting him to the

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

Caspian asked again,

incensed. She picked up a folder next to her

I’m very busy and don’t have

said helplessly, “Ms. Stewart, I’m not

business. You want to talk seriously,

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

up and down as she

contract she prepared for Alan

she made a few modifications to the contents of the document.