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.”

face, she whispered, “You

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

could guess, but I failed

lost your way in the face of

in acknowledgment. Caspian’s analysis was in line with

didn’t you

without hesitation, “Why should I have

response took Willow by

Caspian was right.

only paid

reason for him to tell

continued, “Then why are you telling me

What I hope for is that my future business partner will not be blinded by profit and

Business partner?

intended for Caspian to be her

going to offer him a

offer him any of

that the company needs another 8 million dollars to

was taken aback by

own private estimates. She

I invest 12 million dollars in the company, will you give me 51% of the company’s shares? You will retain 49%. Ms. Stewart, do you agree

Willow jumped out of her chair and exclaimed, “Are you kidding me? Caspian, are you here to mock me? Do

a lifetime. Even if you worked

spoke calmly, “It’s only 12 million dollars. To me, it’s just a drop in the

infuriated Willow. She had never

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

ask you. With your day job and delivering parcels part-time, how much money can you earn in

thought he was bragging by the way he made light of 12 million dollars. She was angered as she was struggling to make up for the enormous

Caspian had no intention to show off. As Lord Caspian of Diadem Hall, even if there were a few more zeros involved, he could afford it. To him, 12

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 for

and sat back down. She had always valued Caspian as a diligent employee. Little did she expect to find out after talking to him personally that Caspian was actually a maniac

him to the

company she built up through sweat and tears would be ruined

Caspian asked again, “Ms. Stewart, have

was incensed. She picked up a folder next

busy and don’t have time for

I’m not joking with you.

let’s talk business. You want

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

heaved up and down as she tried

she prepared for Alan beforehand regarding their collaboration

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