CEO’s Seduction Trap

Shirley took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and said, “Caleb, a hundred thousand is not a small sum.”

“Do you know how much the most expensive gigolo at a nightclub costs? At most, it’s just above ten grand.”

“Are you calling me a nightclub gigolo?”

“No, Caleb, you’ve got it wrong.”

“Nightclub gigolos are much better-looking than you, taller, more handsome, and speak less.”

Caleb “…”

Leila, sitting on the sofa, wished she could just go over and cover Shirley’s mouth.

Caleb stared at Shirley for a long moment, then squeezed out a few words through his teeth, “Fine, fine…”

After a pause, he added, “Shirley, you’re something.”

Caleb snatched the bank card from Shirley’s hand.

Seeing the card being taken away, Shirley was left dumbfounded. “??”

Caleb pointed the card at her. “I’m taking this money.”

Shirley remained silent, staring at the swaying bank card in front of her, feeling a pang of pain.

It felt like losing half of her life.

Several minutes later, the room fell into a dead silence. Shirley stared in the direction where Caleb had disappeared with the bank card, then turned her head and said to Leila, “He just took my hundred ?”

“Yeah.”

“He just took it like it was his right?”

“Yeah.”

“No, that’s a hundred grand!

Shirley was fixated on the hundred grand, completely unaware that her thoughts had veered off track. She even wondered what kind of top-notch gigolo she could get at the nightclub with that money. She had heard that the men in nightclubs were seasoned professionals, they could definitely provide physical and mental pleasure.

She had drunk too much last night. Apart from that kiss, she had felt no comfort at all. Was she going to spend that hundred grand just like that?

Shirley’s expression was a mix of anguish and complexity. As she pondered whether to ask Leila to get Mason’s help in persuading Caleb to return the money, her phone buzzed.

Caleb had sent her a message.[The bank card PIN.]

Shirley:[Wait, are you serious about taking it?]

Caleb: [I earned it.]

Shirley instinctively retorted: [What did you do to earn it?]

Caleb was sitting in the car downstairs at that moment. Seeing Shirley’s message, he gritted his teeth and forced a smile: [What do you want me to do to earn it?]

Shirley: [I need to talk to you. You made that hundred grand too easily.]

Caleb: [Get down here. I’m downstairs.]

After sending the message, he added: [Come alone.]

Shirley hurried down, afraid that if she delayed, the hundred grand would really end up in Caleb’s pocket.

She grabbed her handbag from the bedside and rushed out the door, without even saying goodbye to Leila and Mason.

Shirley knocked on Caleb’s car window in anger.

Caleb unlocked the door. As she got in, he leaned forward, grabbed her by the neck, and pinned her against the car window, his voice menacing, “Alright, spill it. What do you want me to do?”

Shirley had come to demand money. In that moment when Caleb grabbed her, her mind cleared instantly.

She took a deep breath. “Caleb.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Caleb sneered, “Spit it out.”

Shirley hesitated, “The PIN for that bank card is 778831.”

Caleb’s grim expression froze.

Shirley, it must be said, knew when to back down. Caleb had already planned to give Shirley a piece of his mind today. But unexpectedly, she suddenly backed down.

She cleared her throat and slowly raised a hand to push away the grip on her neck.

“Caleb, calm down.”

“It’s not worth getting mad at someone like me.”

In the end, Shirley couldn’t retrieve the hundred grand. Not only did she fail to get back the money, but she also lost more; Caleb made her clean toilets at his mansion.

Shirley sent Leila a photo.

In the photo, there were two things: first, herself; second, a toilet. The two things together showed her cleaning the toilet.

Leila had just finished eating and was sitting on the couch watching TV. She typed, [Are you at Caleb’s house?]

Shirley: [From early morning till now.]

Leila: [Shirley, actually I wanted to ask you this morning. Apart from waking up in bed with Caleb, are you feeling okay physically?]

Leila sent the message, and there was a long silence from Shirley’s end.

After a while, Shirley asked: [Is it normal to feel uncomfortable the first time?]

Leila confirmed: [Yes.]

Shirley: [Apart from my arms and back being a bit sore, I’m okay.]

Leila: [The soreness should be in your legs.]

Shirley: “…”

Ten minutes later, Shirley cautiously asked Caleb who was sitting on the couch, “Caleb, can I ask you something?”

Caleb was dealing with business on his tablet, not looking back as he replied, “Speak.”

“Did something really… happen between us last night?”

Caleb’s slender fingers paused on the tablet. After a moment, he squeezed out a word from his throat, “Yeah.”

Shirley already had her suspicions. “Are you sure you’re not lying?”

Caleb turned his head, “Do you think I would joke about my innocence?”

Worried that he might go crazy, Shirley forced a smile, “No, no, I don’t think so.”

Caleb coldly scoffed and turned away.

Shirley went to the bathroom, quietly pulling out her phone to send Leila another message: [I think he’s lying to me.]

Leila: [Be careful.]

Mason came down the stairs behind her, saying, “Nova Group reached out to your uncle to confirm that the bank card is indeed yours.”

“Nova Group contacted you? Or…?”

“Mr. Lee contacted Daniel.”

Leila sat on the couch, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him. “Darren is in Neo City now?”

“Yes, he’s in Neo City.”

“Do you know where he’s staying?”

“Want to see him?”

“I don’t want to see him. I want to see how shameless a person can be.”

Mason seemed to have anticipated her request. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll take you.”

“Okay.”

After speaking with Mason, Leila’s phone buzzed.

Leila looked down, and Shirley’s message appeared on the screen: [I can finally go home.]

Leila: [Did you get the hundred grand back?]

Shirley: [Don’t even mention it.]

Mason took Leila to find Darren the next day.

Darren wasn’t staying in a regular hotel; instead, he lodged in a run-down motel. One of those places where you pay for lodging without needing to show ID.

When they arrived, Darren was eating noodles at a small stall across from the motel.

“Aren’t we going over?” Mason parked the car by the roadside, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, looking at Darren through the car window.

Leila sat in the passenger seat, unfastening her seatbelt, “Let him finish.”

After finishing his noodles, Darren stood up and saw Leila. He froze in place.

Leila waved at him from across the street in her casual white outfit.

In the next moment, he bolted into an alley nearby.

While Darren ran, Leila didn’t chase after him, just stood there on the roadside, watching him coldly.