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.

to gauge his expression as she

she

be to take the

he underestimated how

out his mobile phone, he proceeded to type in

asked further, “What did you

long ago, I’ve just lost a

word “box”, a sudden flash of guilt flickered

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

Right!

Let’s continue.

cover her awkwardness and asked cunningly, “Are there any valuables in your box? What’s in

wanted to know more, he might as

Yoda was typing on his mobile phone, Nicole was studying him carefully, trying to detect any slight indication of his knowledge of

already sullen look got colder and colder, and after typing for a while, he

closer look and was stunned upon glancing at

the burnt-down house, family heirlooms and

on and pondered that this

it 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 the size of a hand palm store so many

he furiously typed: Ma’am knows about the

“…”

Nicole’s face turned dark.