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.”

wiped away the tear stains on her face, she whispered,

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

like you could guess, but I failed to do that. How can I call myself a CEO of a

replied, “Don’t underestimate yourself. You just temporarily lost your way in the

nodded in acknowledgment. Caspian’s analysis was

spoke to Caspian, “Why didn’t you tell me this

should I

took

Caspian was right.

only paid him a

was no reason for him to

you telling me all this now? Are

one of my aims. What I hope for is that

Business partner?

to be

to offer him a base salary plus project

wasn’t going to offer him any of

phone. 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 dollars for promotional funding, I’m sure this project will be

taken aback

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

“If I invest 12 million dollars in the company, will

to mock me? Do you think 12 million dollars is something you can come up with by mere

you couldn’t earn that amount in a lifetime. Even if you worked

spoke calmly, “It’s only 12 million dollars. To me, it’s

indifferent demeanor infuriated Willow. She had never seen someone

and humble young man. However, the words

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

must have 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

show off. As Lord Caspian of Diadem Hall, even if there were a few more zeros involved, he could afford it.

spoke to Willow in earnest, “Ms. Stewart, I’m not joking. I will provide 12 million dollars from my

valued Caspian as a diligent employee. Little did she expect to

regretted wasting her time and effort in promoting him to the position of

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

was feeling frustrated when Caspian asked again, “Ms.

up a folder next to

busy

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

talk business. You want to

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

down as she tried to

she

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