Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

She staggered a few steps forward and grabbed the front of his shirt. After that, she pointed at his left eye and said, “Was it this eye that saw it,” then pointed at his right eye and said, “or this one?”

Evan’s brows knitted into a frown. Could it be that she really didn’t take that five hundred million?

“If it wasn’t you, then how did you buy Imperial Garden under your name?”

Nicole froze momentarily. “It wasn’t me. I know who did it. It was… It was…”

“Who?” Evan pressed on.

Nicole suddenly pinched down hard on his cheeks and slurred, “It was your… It was my… It was our… our… I-I can’t tell you…”

Evan was at a loss for your words.

He glanced at her with cold eyes. What gibberish is she saying? Looks like this woman is seriously drunk!

“Since you’re already rich, don’t mix around with people like him and get yourself drunk to the point that you can’t even get home!”

“Home?”

Nicole curved her lips into an alluring smile. “Evan, can you take me home, please?”

“Why should I-”

Evan had not even finished speaking when Nicole burrowed into his chest and hugged him tightly.

Evan lowered his head to look at a very drunken Nicole, his eyes deepening with a maelstrom of emotions.

before him seemed awfully

and the little girl

then, she had always been bullied by others. To protect her, he had been beaten black

down her fair cheeks, soaking the fabric covering his chest and shooting straight

“Don’t cry. It’s alright. I’m here and

girl had cried even

dare to say more,

many years ago, but it felt as though all of that had just happened

he was serious about wanting to protect that little girl

little girl had always been

tugged upwards into a small smile as he dipped his chin down to look

the little girl back then. Now, she was stubborn and strong-willed.

she was

Now, she was tough.

groggy Nicole suddenly raised her eyes to his and asked, “Where are

returned to his senses, recalling about Juan and

surprised if the twins were still

up on them, he grabbed Nicole’s arm, tugging her to

clung to him and

go

“Mm. Sure.”

“So, let go.”

I’m not letting