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.”

the tear stains on her face, she whispered, “You

no idea, but I could guess. Seeing as your eyes are

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

yourself. You just temporarily lost your way in

acknowledgment. Caspian’s analysis was in

to Caspian, “Why didn’t you

should I have told you

unexpected response took Willow

Caspian was right.

only paid him a

was no reason for him to tell her

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

sat down across from Willow nonchalantly. “Consoling you is just one of my aims. What I hope for is that my future business partner

Business partner?

to

going to offer him a base salary

him any

his phone. He spoke casually to Willow, “My rough estimate is that the company needs another 8 million dollars to complete the project. With your abilities and an

aback by Caspian’s

was nearly identical to her own private estimates. She had never discussed this with anyone,

with suspicion. Caspian put his phone aside and stared into Willow’s eyes. “If I invest 12 million dollars in the company, will you

Willow jumped out of her chair and exclaimed, “Are you kidding me? Caspian, are you here to mock

lifetime. Even if you worked two or three lifetimes, you wouldn’t even be able to accumulate that

spoke calmly, “It’s only 12 million dollars. To me, it’s

She

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

day job and

million dollars. She was

to show off. As Lord Caspian of Diadem Hall, even if there were a few more zeros involved, he could afford it. To him, 12 million

provide 12 million dollars from my personal account. My condition is to

sat back down. She had always valued Caspian as a diligent employee. Little did she expect to find out after

him to the position of project manager in the

Caspian had not accepted her offer. Otherwise, the company she built up

when Caspian asked again, “Ms. Stewart, have you

incensed. She picked up a folder next

Please leave. I’m very busy and don’t

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

business. You want to talk

was wearing a tight-fitting pink

heaved up and down as she tried

her computer. She searched for the contract she prepared for

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