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.”

stains on her face, she whispered, “You say that like you know all about

guess. Seeing as your eyes are

guess, but I failed to do

You just temporarily lost your way in

acknowledgment. Caspian’s analysis was in line with

to Caspian, “Why didn’t you tell

hesitation, “Why should I have told you

took Willow

Caspian was right.

paid him a

for

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

“Consoling you is just one of my aims. What I hope for is that my future business

Business partner?

for Caspian to

him a base

going 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

taken aback by Caspian’s

to her own private estimates.

into Willow’s eyes. “If I invest 12 million dollars in the company, will you give me 51% of the

are you here to mock me? Do you think 12 million dollars is something you

salary, you couldn’t earn that amount in a lifetime. Even if you

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

infuriated Willow. She had never seen someone so

and humble young man. However, the words he was saying now completely contradicted the image she had

me ask you. With your day job and delivering parcels

thought he was bragging by the way he made light of 12 million dollars. She was angered as she was struggling to

show off. As Lord Caspian of Diadem Hall, even if there were a few more zeros involved, he could afford it. To

chair, Caspian spoke to Willow in earnest, “Ms. Stewart, I’m not joking. I will provide 12 million dollars from my personal account.

expect to find out after talking to him personally that Caspian was actually a maniac who loved

promoting him to the position of project manager in

not accepted her offer. Otherwise, the company she built up through sweat

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

up a folder next to her and

busy and don’t have time for

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

You want to

her coat. She was wearing a tight-fitting pink blouse underneath

voluptuous chest heaved up and down as she tried to suppress

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 a few minutes, the