Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

A brief, hysteric chuckle flew out of my lips. My move was risky. I was practically admitting that I went through the company’s files, violating their confidentiality. No one in their right mind would ever admit to committing something like that! The more annoying fact was that I couldn’t play dumb while trying to prove I was smart enough to fix their problem.

Aren Lan went back to the middle of the corridor where I stood. Mr. Errington followed his boss, although his reluctance couldn’t possibly be marked on his face more clearly. Aren looked around. There were plenty of other people gaping at the three of us in that corridor.

“Lend me your office,” Lan said, his words sounding like an unmistakable order.

Mr. Errington twitched his lips but didn’t dare to say a word. After a quick nod, he started walking through the corridor and stopped as he reached the corner. “This way.” He pointed at the door before opening it for the big boss to walk in.

“Miss Cora, after you,” Aren Lan tossed nonchalantly, urging me to walk inside with a gesture.

I smiled nervously and entered Mr. Errington’s office first. The two men followed, and Mr. Errington closed the door behind us. I stopped in the middle of the room, finding myself in a space between the three-piece suite and a large office desk. We entered Mr. Errington’s palace, but it was clear who was this kingdom’s ruler. The balding man stood silently a few steps away from the door while Aren Lan walked forward and leaned against the desk, facing me with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Well? I’m all ears.” He shot me a sly smirk.

As I took a deep breath, I started, “I might have seen a sign of very dangerous spying software on the receptionist’s computer.”

“You… might have?” Aren laughed.

“This is ridiculous!” Mr. Errington cut in, walking toward me with a glare that was probably meant to threaten me. “Can’t you see that this girl is talking nonsense?! She is wasting your time!” he roared, looking at his boss.

“Sit down and let her talk,” Aren said icily. “I’ll be the judge of whether she is wasting my time or not.”

Yet, I couldn’t dare call that man a wuss. The authority overflowing from Aren Lan’s words was

“Talk.”

shaky breath. “First, I need you to give me your word that I will not be charged with anything no matter what I say.” I trembled inside while saying it, but I placed

stepped closer, leaning down on

I knew I was playing with fire, but somehow I was eager to risk a little burn. I faced his gaze and resisted lowering my eyes to his lips.

two hours of waiting for someone I could talk to about

that?! And where was the receptionist at the time?!” Mr.

what I did on the redhead, but I wasn’t feeling too guilty about the spot I was about to put her in

bluntly, “She went for an urgent meeting with the toilet seat, so she wasn’t there at the

I couldn’t miss the faint amusement painting his face. “So… you literally

merely used an opportunity to take a closer look at the screen,” I corrected, skipping the fact that I went through

straightening and towering over me even more

a small icon, quite easy to find by any well-working security software. That’s the icon I’ve seen on the receptionist’s taskbar. The security software acts like a total sucker, finding the decoy and deleting it from the system. Once the decoy is erased, the security software ignores the real problem, and that is the exact moment when the real part of the worm starts to act and steal information. The fact that I’ve seen the icon means

I could see that the older man had started to sweat. With his jaw clenched, the director of Golden Estate Investments was determined to

market! If there truly is something on the receptionist’s computer, then she

at him. “I try to help, but if you are willing to risk getting all your plans

me made me hold my breath. I couldn’t read him and only prayed that he wasn’t about to kill me. For a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, he didn’t say a word, turning that moment into the most terrifying and sadistically exciting scene of my life. Of course, my subconscious facepalmed, seeing my inexcusable awkwardness… Finally, my arrogant Mr. Trouble spun me around while holding my wrist firmly and tossed me on the chair by Mr. Errington’s

commanded, pointing at the