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.

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

plainly obvious that she was not feeling any guilt for

could she be to take the

underestimated how thick-skinned she could

his mobile phone, he proceeded to

asked further, “What

ago, I’ve just lost a

seeing the word “box”, a sudden flash of guilt flickered in her

not to panic since he had no evidence to prove that she had taken it. Then again, she was the one questioning him, how

Right!

Let’s continue.

coughed to cover her awkwardness and asked cunningly, “Are there any valuables in your box?

Yoda’s eyes. Since she wanted to know more, he might as well lead her

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

colder and colder, and after typing for a while, he

and was stunned upon glancing at

screen read: The deed to the burnt-down house, family heirlooms and pieces of jewelry, debit

read on and

she could not stand it any longer and gave the desk

blatantly. Who are your ancestors to be able to pass you such valuable treasures? Also, how could a

expression as he furiously typed: Ma’am knows about the palm-sized

“…”

Nicole’s face turned dark.