Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Evan whipped out his phone and scrolled through his news feed.

To his dismay, one of the most trending videos was of his pants being stained with chocolate cake, resembling a certain biological accident. When he saw the absurd remarks made in the comment section, his expression soured.

He got up and headed out of his office.

“Mr. Seet, are we still going ahead with the press conference?”

“You handle it!” Evan growled as he stormed towards Rose Garden.

I, the president of the Seet Group, have never suffered such humiliation before! Nicole Lane, just you wait!

Evan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists angrily.

Meanwhile, at Rose Garden.

Davin was shocked to see Evan return so soon and inquired, “Evan, why are you back so soon? Has the press conference ended already?”

“Where’s Nicole?”

Davin was taken aback. He could clearly sense the rage overflowing from his brother’s pores.

Hasn’t Evan had enough? Is he coming back just to argue with Nicole? Oh my gosh, he’s the president, for Pete’s sake. Does he have to be so petty?

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and

smiled awkwardly, “H-Hello, Mr.

quickly

and inquired,

Sheila, then at Evan,

I stopped the moment I saw him? Shut

Nicole?” Evan repeated his question

Sheila remained silent.

back. Evan, you’re the president of the Seet Group. Be more magnanimous! You don’t have to come all the

snarled, “I have

promptly after

and tell her to go into hiding for

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video she was talking about earlier and said, “Take a look at this

perplexed, “Wow. Looks like Evan found a more effective method to get ‘famous’

has to deal with such

“Maya’s behind this?”

The chocolate cake on your brother’s pants should be the one