The Almighty Lord Caspian by Cath Nitfisch

Chapter 7 Transfer the Money and I Will Sleep With You

In the CEO’s office, Willow leaned back in her executive chair. Her eyes were filled with tears of frustration.

She was so furious about what had just happened.

She had gone to Alan’s office. However, he actually asked her to sleep with him in the lounge!

Otherwise, he made it clear that his investment was off the table.

Willow stormed out of the door. She would never allow herself to do such a thing.

Throughout her career, she relied on her own abilities to build her business. Similarly, Willow felt regretful.

Inwardly, she scolded herself for being so naive.

During her negotiation with Alan, she failed to write the details of the contract in black and white.

Now, she only had two options. She could either give in to Alan or watch her company go bankrupt because of a shortfall of eight million dollars.

She would never choose the first option.

However, was she really going to watch the company she had worked so hard to build go bankrupt?

As Willow was in a dilemma with tears streaming down her face, there was a knock on her office door.

Someone walked in.

Willow wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and tried to compose herself.

She suppressed her emotions and swiveled around to find that it was Caspian who walked in.

Willow did her best to calm herself down and looked up at Caspian with a smile. “Mr. Lynch, have you made a decision? Can you start working today?”

Caspian did not reply.

When he saw the tears on Willow’s long eyelashes, he reached for a tissue from the coffee table and handed it to her.

Stunned, Willow took the tissue and wiped away her tears, feeling embarrassed.

Caspian couldn’t help feeling sorry for Willow. She had gone through a hard time, and now she had to put on a brave front before her employees.

He comforted her, saying, “Although the world claims to uphold gender equality, women face more challenges in their careers as compared to men.

“Women are always tempted by honey traps in the face of financial interest. Ms. Stewart, it is admirable that you have kept yourself pure until now.”

tear stains on her face, she whispered, “You

head. “I have no idea, but I could guess. Seeing as your eyes are so red, I

forced a smile. “Even an employee like you could guess, but I

lost your way

analysis was in line with

spoke to Caspian, “Why didn’t you tell

without hesitation, “Why should I have

response took Willow by

Caspian was right.

only paid him

reason for

and continued, “Then why are you telling me all this now?

you is just one of my aims. What I hope for is that my future business partner will not be blinded by profit and learn from this

Business partner?

only intended for Caspian to

to offer him

to offer him any

to Willow, “My rough estimate is that the company needs another 8 million dollars to complete the project. With your abilities and an addition of 2 million dollars for promotional funding, I’m sure this project will be

was taken aback by Caspian’s

private estimates. She had

and stared into Willow’s eyes. “If I invest 12 million dollars in the company,

to

a lifetime. Even if you worked

“It’s only 12 million dollars. To me, it’s just a drop in the

infuriated Willow. She had never seen someone so

always thought of Caspian as a hardworking and humble young man. However, the words he

dollars? Caspian, let me ask you. With your day job and delivering parcels part-time,

made light of 12 million dollars. She was angered as she was struggling

there were a few more

Willow in earnest, “Ms. Stewart, I’m not joking. I will provide 12 million dollars from my personal account. My condition is to exchange this 12 million dollars for 51% of the

Little did she expect to find out after talking to him personally that Caspian was actually a

regretted wasting her time and effort in promoting him to the position of project manager

she built up through sweat and tears would be ruined by

was feeling frustrated when Caspian asked again, “Ms. Stewart,

picked up a folder next to her and slammed it onto

busy and don’t have

helplessly, “Ms. Stewart, I’m not joking with you. I’m being

talk business. You want to talk seriously,

She was wearing a tight-fitting pink blouse underneath that

heaved up and down as she

opened her computer. She searched for the contract she prepared for Alan beforehand

across the keyboard as she made a few modifications to the contents of the document. In