CEO’s Seduction Trap

Leila quietly responded, “I didn’t think much last night, but right now, I’m pretty regretful.”

“What happened between you two?” Shirley asked, feeling confused.

Realizing her question wasn’t quite accurate, Shirley rephrased it, “What do you think?”

Leila was annoyed by the situation and couldn’t give Shirley a definite answer. She vaguely said, “Let’s take it one step at a time.”

Shirley worriedly said, “You’re not planning to be with Mason, are you? Have you forgotten what I told you?”

Leila shook her head. “I don’t have that plan.”

“That’s good. Mason is the kind of person we can’t afford to mess with.”

Leila nodded. “Let’s talk about your situation first.”

Thinking about her own situation, Shirley couldn’t muster any enthusiasm. She felt like a prisoner on death row, doomed to die.

As they were talking, Mason emerged from the ward and said in a low voice, “He’s awake.”…

Leila and Shirley appeared in Caleb’s ward a few minutes later.

The moment she saw Caleb, Leila just couldn’t make the connection between the man in the hospital bed, bandaged up like a mummy, and Caleb, who Shirley had just said was only lightly beaten.

Caleb was wrapped up like a mummy, with only his eyes visible. But even from those eyes, his overflowing anger was evident.

Shirley met Caleb’s gaze and shrunk back behind Leila.

Leila, “Mr. Mitchell.”

Caleb blinked but didn’t speak. Leila saw his reaction and tightened her lips, refraining from laughing.

Mason glanced at Leila, walked over to Caleb’s bed, and grabbed a chair to sit down. He casually remarked, “Are you sure you just got beaten up and didn’t get in a car accident?”

As soon as Mason spoke, the two women in the ward couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter.

Caleb blinked, feeling increasingly annoyed. Unable to swear at them, he simply closed his eyes.

The more Caleb thought about it, the angrier he became, but he couldn’t vent. All his thoughts boiled down to one word: Damn woman!

Seeing Caleb close his eyes, Leila turned to Shirley and whispered, “You said it was just a light hit?”

Shirley replied in an even smaller voice, afraid of Caleb hearing, “It looked serious, but it’s not that bad.”

Leila couldn’t help but laugh, “This isn’t considered serious?”

Shirley explained, “He wrapped his head because his jaw is dislocated. The nurses were worried he might move around in his coma, so they did that. As for his body, it’s his ribs and shoulder…”

After finishing her explanation, Shirley raised her chin and said, “You only saw the upper body, the lower half under the blanket isn’t bandaged, no injuries there.”

Leila was speechless. The two exchanged glances, and Shirley gave Leila a pleading look. Leila felt embarrassed but also felt sorry for Caleb. After a moment of silence, she sighed softly and walked up to Caleb’s bed, speaking sincerely, “Mr. Mitchell.”

Caleb kept his eyes closed and didn’t respond. Leila knew Shirley was at fault, but she didn’t expect Caleb to respond right away. It wasn’t easy to forgive someone who had caused trouble both during the day and at night.

Leila continued, “This is indeed Shirley’s fault. She realizes her mistake, and I was wondering if you could… could forgive her again.”

With that, Leila turned her head and gestured to Shirley to apologize.

Without delay, Shirley stepped forward and bowed towards Caleb’s bed, “Mr. Mitchell, I’m sorry. You’re a big man, please spare me.”

Caleb, lying on the bed, remained silent as expected, with his eyes closed.

After a few seconds, Mason kicked Caleb’s bed with his foot, “That’s enough.”

Caleb glared at him, probably cursing him in his mind.

Ignoring Caleb’s reaction, Mason turned to Leila, “Your friend has been up all night, take her home to rest.”

Leila understood Mason was giving her a way out, but being wrong meant being wrong. Whether or not Caleb forgave her was Caleb’s business, and whether or not Shirley apologized was Shirley’s business. It’s normal for others not to forgive you if you hurt them. But if you don’t apologize, then that’s your question.

Mason saw she was stubborn, leaned back, and said nothing.

Caleb impatiently signaled Mason with his eyes.

Mason teased, “We’re not that telepathic. I’m afraid I might misunderstand you.”

Caleb cursed Mason silently in his mind.

Mason chuckled, “How about this? If I guess right, you blink twice. If I guess wrong, you blink once. If you agree, blink three times.”

Caleb, annoyed, blinked three times.

Mason laughed, “Shall I let them go now?”

Caleb blinked twice.

Mason turned to Leila, raising an eyebrow, “Can you go now?”

Leila also noticed Caleb’s reaction. She apologized to him again with Shirley, then took out some cash from her bag and placed it on the bedside table. “Mr. Mitchell, this money may not be enough for the hospital bills, but it’s all I have with me now. Tomorrow, Shirley and I will bring the rest of the money to you.”

After saying that, she led Shirley out of the room.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Once they were out of the room, Shirley could hardly walk. Leila stood with her against the hallway wall for a moment. “Your dad shouldn’t have let you learn Taekwondo. He thought you’d become a righteous hero, but instead, you’ve become a bully.”

“Really, just…” Shirley’s words trailed off as Leila’s phone suddenly buzzed twice.

Leila took out her phone and glanced at it. It was a text from an unknown number: [Prepare fifty thousand, and I’ll tell you about your dad.]

Leila didn’t need to guess who the sender was.

Seeing a hint of mockery on Leila’s face, Shirley couldn’t help but ask, “Who’s texting you?”

Leila didn’t hide it and handed her the phone.

Shirley took the phone, glanced at it, then looked up. “Who?”

“Hunter.”

Upon hearing Leila’s words, Shirley gritted her teeth. “He even used a different number to text you?”

Leila didn’t mention that Hunter had sent her a dead cat a couple of days ago. “I was planning to deal with him after this, but it seems I can’t wait any longer.”

“You have to deal with scumbags quickly. What are you waiting for?”

Seeing Shirley’s reaction, Leila couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll deal with it”

Shirley replied without changing her expression, “Let me help you.”

Leila hadn’t really intended for Shirley to help.

After dropping Shirley off, Leila parked her car on the roadside and called Mr. Brown.

When Mr. Brown answered the phone, his tone wasn’t friendly. “Leila, what’s the matter?”

Leila could guess how Mr Brown was feeling at the moment, he must have thought she was conspiring with Hunter to lie to him.

Leila began with sincere apologies, then got straight to the point. “Mr. Brown, I’m calling to let you know that I’m planning to deal with Hunter, and it might involve your wife.”

Mr. Brown, who initially thought Leila and Hunter were on the same side, was skeptical. “You’re going to deal with Hunter?”

“I know it might sound surprising, but I’ve thought it over and I can’t just let it go.”

Leila didn’t want to go into specifics of what happened, and it seemed he didn’t want to hear them either. “How do you plan to deal with him?”

Leila was partially honest. “I may not have much influence, but I’m pretty sure, with your connections, he won’t be able to survive in Neo City. If he can’t stay in Neo City, his only option is to return home. I plan to pay a visit to his hometown and let everyone know about his doing in advance.”

Mr. Brown hadn’t expected Leila to have this kind of courage. Nowadays, young women cared a lot about their image, especially someone like Leila, who was a leader. Doing something embarrassing like this was something most women wouldn’t dare.

After Leila spoke, Mr. Brown’s tone carried a hint of amusement. “Don’t you think it’s embarrassing?”

Leila replied with a smile, “Not at all.” She was more worried about having a ticking time bomb like Hunter around than being embarrassed.

Leila’s confident response prompted Mr. Brown to be honest. “Go ahead with your plan. I’ve already instructed the lawyers to start divorce proceedings, and we’ll announce the divorce publicly in a couple of days.”

“Thank you, Mr. Brown, for your understanding. I won’t take up any more of your time.”

Mr. Brown chuckled before hanging up. “Leila, why didn’t you let Mr. Ramirez handle this for you?”