In a Love Nest with the Aloof CEO

“Sir, I only need three hundred thousand. Please…”

Skylar Jones trembled on her feet in front of the man, with her head hung low.

Apart from the dim lighting, she was shrouded in darkness.

Right then, a tall and broad-shouldered figure approached her step by step.

The man grasped her chin, and panic rose in her when she was met with his icy and intimidating gaze.

With her heart in her throat, Skylar swallowed thickly before continuing, “I know three hundred thousand isn’t a small amount, b-but I really need this money.”

When the man heard her say that three hundred thousand wasn’t a small amount, the corners of his lips arched into a cold-blooded smile.

Suddenly, Skylar was pulled into his arms, completely caught off guard.

And in just mere seconds, the pleasant scent of white sandalwood invaded her senses, almost drowning her.

Immediately afterward, his cold voice sounded above her head and brought her back to the harsh reality. “How do you expect me to believe you? Well, you know what they say – talk is cheap…”

Though scared out of her wits, Skylar suppressed the fear gripping her heart and replied, “Give it a try. If you find that I’m lying, I’ll return all the money to you.”

As soon as she said that, a palm, cold as the grave, clasped the back of her neck, chilling her to the bones. She instinctively thrashed against him, trying to escape, but the man only tightened his other hand around her waist even more.

Hence, she stopped struggling, not daring to move a muscle.

get the money for her boyfriend,

still, the man cupped Skylar’s face with his palm as he remarked in a low and hoarse

to the room opened from

what seemed like an army of soldiers, came through the door. At that moment, several men in black suits bombarded that dim room as they strode

shock, and she turned back to look at the man hidden in the shadows. Under the dingy lights, she

voice, “We agreed on one. What’s going on now? Excuse me, sir, but you should be honest when doing business! Forget it. The deal

irritated, the man waved his hand with a frosty expression on his face.

operating table with her dignity in shreds. The freezing temperature here made her feel as though she was thrown into an

t-they going to do to me? I-is this the end? Am I going

could gather, she whimpered, “Are you going to take my kidney? Or my liver? Just so you know—both

the two women in white

what did I get myself into?I just wanted to make some money, but why is it so hard?

was interrupted when the automated doors of the operating room slid open as someone walked in. One of the women wearing a white coat

Ford, she’s all

“Mr. Ford…”

but she had only lifted herself halfway when one doctor pushed her back

shuddered as coldness seeped through her skin once again. Under the intense glare of the surgical lamp, she could finally see the man’s

but to her surprise,

ready,

as a bow right then, and her muscles

in resignation, immediately dredging up the image of her beloved fiancé lying on the hospital bed, looking

then could she numb herself to her