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?

out, “Davin, quick, go take a look at the

be heard before they could see

the room and promptly shut

awkwardly, “H-Hello, Mr.

quickly ducked into a

and inquired, “What

Sheila, then at Evan,

a glance. Idiot! Can’t you tell that I stopped the

Nicole?” Evan repeated his question

Sheila remained silent.

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

snarled, “I

left promptly

over! Shall we call Nicole and tell

anything to fear. What am I supposed to do

him the video she was talking about earlier and said,

perplexed, “Wow. Looks like Evan found a more effective method

is downright humiliating! He’s the president of the Seet Group and has to deal with such unsavory comments! How

“Maya’s behind this?”

nodded, “I took a close look. The chocolate cake on your brother’s