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

his head. “I have no idea, but I could guess. Seeing as your eyes are so red, I must

like you could guess, but I failed to do that. How can I call

You just temporarily lost your way in the face

analysis was in

Caspian, “Why didn’t you

hesitation, “Why should I

took

Caspian was right.

paid

reason for him to tell her

are you telling me all this

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

Business partner?

intended for Caspian to be her company’s

offer him a base

offer him any

He spoke casually to Willow, “My rough estimate is that the company needs another 8 million dollars to complete the project. With your abilities and an addition of 2 million

aback by Caspian’s

that Caspian told her was nearly identical to her own private estimates. She had never discussed this with anyone, so how did

Willow’s eyes. “If I invest 12 million dollars in the company, will you give me 51% of

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

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

To me, it’s

demeanor infuriated Willow. She had never

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

me ask you. With your day job and delivering parcels part-time, how much

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

Caspian of Diadem Hall, even if there were a

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

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

in promoting him to the position of

built up through sweat and tears would be ruined

again, “Ms. Stewart,

was incensed. She picked up a folder next to her

that’s enough! Please leave. I’m very busy and don’t have

said helplessly, “Ms. Stewart, I’m not joking with you.

business. You want

She was wearing a tight-fitting pink

chest heaved up and down as she tried to suppress her

contract she prepared for Alan beforehand regarding their collaboration on

a few modifications to the contents of the