No Escape From Mr. CEO's Dangerous Love

Before Lola could say anything, Harry said," Mother, your company in Uthana just phoned and informed me that your new launched Pearl Facial Mask has caused some allergy to some customers. The private jet is ready for you now, and you might want to go back and deal with it right now.

"What? Allergy?" Rose was undoubtedly quite surprised at this news, as the new developed facial mask had been her favorite. As such, Rose rushed upstairs, packed some basic stuff, and left the villa in hurry.

Lola was a bit astonished to see Rose leaving as if she had just dropped by. Harry was really a capable man.

"If you find it uncomfortable at work, you don't really have to be there. Just stay at home." Though he was not in the office, he still knew everything going on in the company.

"It's okay. Now that mom has gone, there won't be any trouble in the future." Staying at home all day long would drive her crazy. She would rather go to work.

"Okay. We will move to Pearl Spring tomorrow." Stepping into their bedroom, Lola looked around and was clearly very content with it. But, if that was what he wanted, they would move!

A question had been lingering in her mind these days, but she was afraid that Harry's answer might disappoint her. Lola was struggling to make up her mind.

Harry noticed that she would have something to say, so he just stared at her.

"Have you got any clue about my father?" Lola asked him softly.

"He was seen around the coast. But when my folks got there, he had gone." Though still disappointed, Lola was reassured to know that her father was still alive, at least.

The next day, Lola didn't pack up anything at all, as Mrs. Herbert and other servants took care of all her clothes, as well as Harry's. Well prepared, Lola was still stunned by the Pearl Spring Villa after arriving.

It had three floors. Their bedroom was at the second floor, which was overwhelmingly big. She actually owned a cloakroom of dozens of square meters. A batch of newly haute couture handmade dress from France, along with an assortment of shoes and bags, were well arranged in it.

Outside the villa were a vast garden, private pool, gym, artificial lake and so on.

She felt as if she owned a private estate. In the evening, Harry gave Lola a portfolio.

The Property Ownership Certificate of this villa, with her name on it as the owner, shocked her so much that she covered her mouth in disbelief.

The Property Ownership Certificate of this villa, with her name on it as the owner, shocked her so much that she covered her mouth in disbelief.

And another certificate also had her name on it as the legal representative of the Blue Island Mall.

Lola found Harry exceedingly sweet and kind to her. She started to feel a bit unreal, as if she was dreaming.

When she told Harry about her feelings, Harry threw her on their new queen-size bed without hesitation and made love with her all night long, to show her that this was absolutely real.

Lovely days passed by. With no need to worry about clash with Rose, the couple were more and more attached to each other.

Lola enjoyed spending personal time with Harry, always being at his side no matter where he went.

And Harry was also keen on fondling Lola, no matter where she was.

Until one day, a woman came into their life and Lola's story again was rewritten abruptly.

It was a normal sweltering day.

A red Lamborghini sports car stopped outside SL Group. It was about the closing time, so a crowd of employees were walking out of the company.

An assistant in suits got out of the car from driver's seat, trotted backwards and opened the back door.

One foot in a black high-heeled sandal stepped out. The assistant bowed and offered his left hand. A right hand was gently laid on it, nails decorated with crystal tips.

With a lilac waisted top and a white pencil skirt, a woman walked out of the car.

Her eye-catching lilac hair hung loose about her shoulders, and half of her face was hidden behind the sunglasses. Only a Roman nose and rosy lips could be seen.

The latest cellphone and the branded handbag in her hands indicated that she must be very rich or powerful.

She had attracted all the attention and apparently she was quite used to others' astonished, admiring or jealous look. She walked straight into the company and aroused more interests and discussion.

"Oh my God! She is so pretty! Who is she looking for?"

"Holy crap, she looks so much like that international superstar Yolanda.

"You are right! Oh no, I think she is no other than Yolanda!"

"Yolanda!" Someone in the crowd called out her name, and everyone stopped for her response.

The Property Ownership Certificate of this villa, with her name on it as the owner, shocked her so much that she covered her mouth in disbelief.

"Sorry, Miss Morrison is here for the CEO of SL today. No autograph or photo taking." Nael Rayne, Yolanda's assistant, stepped forward, and made his voice clear and loud enough to travel far.

"Sorry, Miss Morrison is here for the CEO of SL today. No autograph or photo taking." Nael Rayne, Yolanda's assistant, stepped forward, and made his voice clear and loud enough to travel far.