Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Evan whipped out his phone and scrolled through his news feed.

To his dismay, one of the most trending videos was of his pants being stained with chocolate cake, resembling a certain biological accident. When he saw the absurd remarks made in the comment section, his expression soured.

He got up and headed out of his office.

“Mr. Seet, are we still going ahead with the press conference?”

“You handle it!” Evan growled as he stormed towards Rose Garden.

I, the president of the Seet Group, have never suffered such humiliation before! Nicole Lane, just you wait!

Evan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists angrily.

Meanwhile, at Rose Garden.

Davin was shocked to see Evan return so soon and inquired, “Evan, why are you back so soon? Has the press conference ended already?”

“Where’s Nicole?”

Davin was taken aback. He could clearly sense the rage overflowing from his brother’s pores.

Hasn’t Evan had enough? Is he coming back just to argue with Nicole? Oh my gosh, he’s the president, for Pete’s sake. Does he have to be so petty?

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boisterous laughter could be heard before they could see

the room and promptly shut up upon seeing

awkwardly, “H-Hello,

she quickly ducked into a

stared at her and

Sheila, then at

you tell that I stopped the moment I saw him? Shut

his question in an icy

Sheila remained silent.

the kids back. Evan, you’re the president of the Seet Group. Be more magnanimous! You don’t

“I have

left promptly after

Shall we call Nicole and tell her to go

doesn’t have anything to fear. What am I supposed to do with this

showed him the video she was talking about

was perplexed, “Wow. Looks like Evan found a more effective method to get ‘famous’ than

Seet Group and has to

“Maya’s behind this?”

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