CEO’s Seduction Trap

Mr. Lee paused, his hand still on the desk, silent. He hadn’t expected Leila, who was usually so efficient, to confront him like this.

Thinking of the projects Leila had in her hands, he suppressed his displeasure and softened his tone slightly. “Ultimately, this kind of incident being spread outside isn’t good for the company.”

Leila responded, “That’s why the company should issue a statement condemning Mr. Knox’s misconduct, sounding the alarm for other colleagues with similar intentions, and preventing such incidents from happening again.”

It was interrupted by a phone call.

Glancing at the incoming call notification on his phone screen, Mr. Lee’s eyes flickered as he answered, “Mr. Brown, what brings you to call me?”

As the conversation unfolded, Mr. Lee glanced at Leila and chuckled, “Yes, yes, Leila is under my leadership.”

After hanging up, Mr. Lee turned to Leila. He remained silent for a moment before asking with a meaningful smile, “Leila, are you close with Mr. Ramirez?”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

From banging the table and glaring moments ago, Mr. Lee now wore a pleasant expression, but there was something behind his words.

Leila hesitated for a moment, not understanding how Mr. Brown’s call could be related to Mason.

Seeing her silence, Mr. Lee didn’t press further. He smiled and walked over to the water dispenser, pouring a glass for Leila. He handed it to her and said, “You need to change your approach. You’re too impulsive.”

Leila reached for the glass. “Thank you, Mr. Lee.”

“If you encounter similar situations in the future, let me know. I don’t mind the trouble, but it’s hard to explain to the higher-ups.”

Leila nodded. “I’m sorry for the trouble.”

Mr. Lee waved his hand. “You’ve been wronged in this matter. Don’t worry, the company will give you an explanation.”

“Thank you.”

Mr. Lee nodded. “Alright, get back to work.”

As Leila reached the door, Mr. Lee called out, “Leila.”

She turned back. “Yes, Mr. Lee, is there anything else?”

Mr. Lee grinned. “Mr. Brown just mentioned that he has a project he wants to hand over to us. It’s in East City. Coordinate with them to finalize the details and make the trip.”

“Got it.”

Back at the project department, Leila first made a call to Ascend Group to coordinate and confirm the travel time for Friday. After a moment of thought, she dialed Mr. Brown’s number to express her gratitude.

Mr. Brown didn’t seem surprised at all to receive her call. “You are welcome, you help me last night.”

He was referring to her accompanying Mason to the drinking session.

Leila chuckled, “Thank you, nonetheless.”

Mr. Brown replied casually, “No big deal. Leila, I have a meeting to attend now. Let’s catch up another time when you’re free.”

“Sure, Mr. Brown.”

Leila thought to herself that Mr. Brown didn’t mention Mason, perhaps she was just overthinking?

But reality proved otherwise. Because when she went on her business trip on Friday, she encountered Mason again.

In the meeting room, he lounged with his legs crossed, leaning back in his chair, appearing nonchalant. However, everyone present couldn’t ignore his presence.

Perhaps sensing Leila’s confusion, the person sitting next to her, one of the Ascend Group project department, whispered, “Mr. Ramirez is the main investor for our project.”

Leila was surprised by the explanation.

Extending a friendly hand under the table, the person introduced herself, “I’m Cindy, Shirley’s neighbor.”

Upon hearing that Cindy knew Shirley, Leila smiled and shook hands with her. “Nice to meet you.”

Cindy, one of the heads of the project department for this assignment, was in her early thirties.

After a meeting, several responsible persons from the East City project were thoroughly intimidated by Mason’s unreasonable demands.

Especially the head of the project.

“Mr. Ramirez, do you have any good suggestions?”

Mason remained expressionless, his voice cold. “I’m the investor. Are you asking me for suggestions?”

The head of the project awkwardly chuckled, not daring to speak again.

The meeting reached an impasse. Mason tossed the documents he was holding onto the conference table. “By this time tomorrow, I want to see a satisfactory plan.”

With that, he stood up and strode out of the room.

After a brief silence in the conference room, the head of the project turned to Leila with a smile, “Miss Patel, looks like we’ll need you to stay a bit longer.”

With the first and second parties not coming to an agreement, the third party like her would have to wait, naturally.

Leila smirked and replied, “No problem. Gives me a chance to explore East City.”