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 say that like you

as your eyes are so red, I must have hit the nail on

like you could guess, but I failed to do that. How

replied, “Don’t underestimate yourself. You just temporarily lost your way in the face of

was in line with her own

Caspian, “Why didn’t you tell me this

hesitation, “Why should

took Willow by

Caspian was right.

only paid

for him to tell her

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

across from Willow nonchalantly. “Consoling you is just one of my aims. What I hope for is that my

Business partner?

for Caspian to

was going to offer him a base

him any of

phone. He spoke casually to Willow, “My rough estimate is that the company needs another 8 million dollars

aback

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

dollars in the company, will you give me 51% of the company’s shares? You will retain

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

you worked two or three lifetimes, you wouldn’t even be able to

To me, it’s just a drop in the

She had never seen

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

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

understood. Willow must have thought he was bragging by the way he made light of 12 million dollars. She was angered as she was struggling to make up for the enormous gap in

there were a few more zeros involved, he could afford it. To him, 12 million dollars

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

always valued Caspian as a diligent employee. Little did she expect to find

and effort in promoting him to the position

she built

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

incensed. She picked up a folder next to her and slammed it

very busy and don’t have

I’m not joking

talk business. You want

was wearing a tight-fitting pink

down

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

modifications to the contents of the document. In a few