Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

With the upcoming showdown against Nicole, he could not possibly lose.

When he arrived at the study room, he stood by respectfully beside the desk.

Nicole had a poker face on but her icy stare still sends chills down his spine.

Unexpectedly, when she was angry, her fiery aura was not to be underestimated.

“Yoda, can you write?”

Nicole, being the woman with a straightforward character, did not beat around the bush.

Yoda crooked a slight smile as he nodded.

“If that’s the case, come, write me something.” Nicole motioned him to come over.

Yoda tiptoed to the desk, took the pen and paper she handed him, sat on the chair, and started writing just as she requested.

Nicole warily observed his handwriting and hand movements. He had written in graceful curves and powerful strokes in a somewhat similar fashion as Evan.

Upon closer inspection, his handwriting still differed from Evan’s.

Some of the lines in his letters were awkward and slightly skewed, in stark contrast to the handwriting on the note found in the box.

Therefore, he is not the one?

Nicole pondered for a moment.

turned her gaze on him, trying to gauge his expression as she asked, “Yoda, have you

she was

take the initiative to ask him

underestimated how thick-skinned

out his mobile phone, he proceeded to type in two words calmly:

asked further,

long ago, I’ve just

word “box”, a sudden flash

fingers tightly and reminded herself not to panic since he had no evidence to prove that she had taken

Right!

Let’s continue.

and asked cunningly, “Are there any valuables in your box?

flashed in Yoda’s eyes. Since she wanted to know more, he

on his mobile phone, Nicole was studying him carefully, trying to detect any slight

already sullen look got colder and colder, and after typing for a while, he

was stunned upon glancing

burnt-down house, family

she read on and pondered

could not stand it any longer and gave

have never met a person who lies so blatantly. Who are your ancestors to be able to pass you such valuable treasures? Also, how could a box the size of a hand palm store

furiously typed: Ma’am knows about the palm-sized box.

“…”

Nicole’s face turned dark.