Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

With the upcoming showdown against Nicole, he could not possibly lose.

When he arrived at the study room, he stood by respectfully beside the desk.

Nicole had a poker face on but her icy stare still sends chills down his spine.

Unexpectedly, when she was angry, her fiery aura was not to be underestimated.

“Yoda, can you write?”

Nicole, being the woman with a straightforward character, did not beat around the bush.

Yoda crooked a slight smile as he nodded.

“If that’s the case, come, write me something.” Nicole motioned him to come over.

Yoda tiptoed to the desk, took the pen and paper she handed him, sat on the chair, and started writing just as she requested.

Nicole warily observed his handwriting and hand movements. He had written in graceful curves and powerful strokes in a somewhat similar fashion as Evan.

Upon closer inspection, his handwriting still differed from Evan’s.

Some of the lines in his letters were awkward and slightly skewed, in stark contrast to the handwriting on the note found in the box.

Therefore, he is not the one?

Nicole pondered for a moment.

gaze on him, trying to gauge his

eyes sank. It was plainly obvious that she was not feeling

be to take the initiative to

like he underestimated how thick-skinned she could

his mobile phone, he proceeded to type in two

she asked

 Not long ago, I’ve just

a sudden flash of

and reminded herself not to panic since he had no evidence to prove that she had taken it. Then again, she was the one questioning him, how could she

Right!

Let’s continue.

her awkwardness and asked cunningly, “Are there any valuables in

eyes. Since she wanted to know more, he might as

mobile phone, Nicole was studying him carefully, trying to detect any slight indication of his knowledge of the paper in the

and after typing for a while, he showed his phone

look and was stunned upon glancing at what was

 The deed to the burnt-down house, family heirlooms and

choking, she read on and pondered that this seemed

any longer

never met a person who lies so blatantly. Who are your ancestors to be able to pass you such valuable treasures? Also, how could a box

across Yoda’s expression as he furiously typed: Ma’am knows about the palm-sized box. You must have

“…”

Nicole’s face turned dark.