CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Linda's face stiffened, hands clenched tightly, digging into her palms. Nash saw her unable to speak, his brows furrowing tightly, and asked sharply, "Is it that hard to answer?" At that moment, Nina hurriedly rushed back from outside, just in time to hear Nash's sharp question from inside. She arrived late and then released her hold on the door handle.

Linda hesitated for a long while, coupled with Nash's pressing demeanor, her inner pressure suddenly surged. She lifted her gaze to the cold and indifferent man before her. This man was not easy to deal with and quite dangerous; one wrong step and she could fall into irretrievable ruin.

Timidly, she said, "That hotel... There are... many wealthy people. I need money. If I could meet a wealthy man, I wouldn't have to work so hard."

Nash furrowed his brows even deeper, his gaze toward her changing. Her words amounted to nothing more than selling herself for money. Indeed, in today's society, there were many such people, exchanging their bodies for material comforts.

Nina opened the door and entered the room, her expression blank, holding a tray.

Nash glanced over, and Nina gracefully placed the coffee in front of him. "Mr. York, your coffee." She then placed another cup beside Linda.

"Thank you," Linda said politely, lifting her head.

couldn't easily trust someone just like that, especially with a file laid out in front of

disheveled clothes. It all matched up perfectly. However, he saw Linda's

she worked in the county near her hometown to take care of her mother. The burden at home

placed the file on the table and looked at Linda. "You need

"Yes, I need

people, why not ask me for it? Don't you think it's contradictory?" Nash

you were my first man, and I... I didn't know what to do, I was at a loss...

might have. Although there was so much evidence before him, Nash still scrutinized Linda, feeling uncertain in his heart,

one.