The Sweet Plunder Of CEO

Chapter 2 (Part One)

Lambert's voice was like a dagger, easily shattering Nicole's stubborn facade.

She stared at his hand. It was slender, white, and powerful. It was these same beautiful hands that used to grab her neck fiercely. Even though Nicole would struggle and beg him, he would only squint at her coldly. She had longed to feel his hands on her, but after all these years, it was her sister who settled in his arms. Back then, Lambert had held the daughter of the mistress possessively in front of Nicole. "This is the woman I love. If you do anything to her, I will ensure you have a miserable life," he had sworn.

'Why did God have to give me such an awful man as my first love? It looks like I have come to this reunion party just to humiliate myself!'

Nicole looked at Lambert frostily. Then she picked up her old bag from the sofa and walked out silently.

"Do you hate my face that much?" Lambert asked with a wicked smile.

Samuel hurriedly went to them to smooth things over. "Dear Nicole, it's an honor for us to have Mr. Lambert attend this party, and it's also rare for us to have you here. Let's sit down and catch up. After all, we haven't talked much at this reunion!"

"If you have invited me here just to see this bastard's face, it's not necessary! Samuel, since we have been classmates for several years, I don't want to be rude. Thank you for your hospitality!"

to leave, but two of

work in the E Venture Capital Company. As a low-level salesperson, your basic salary is 1500 dollars. After deducting housing funds and insurance like endowment, medical, unemployment, employment injury, and maternity, the rest

frustration, she raised

elegantly, showing his superiority, as if he was a nobleman and Nicole was a poor bumpkin to be trampled under his

your eyes. I can still give you a chance

at

If you win, I will let you do whatever you want to do. If you lose, you have to stay here and not run away no matter

use to drink and play earlier? Do you dare you play with me or

was with his angular face and captivating eyes, she detested him. She was fighting the urge to slap him or throw a bottle of sulfuric acid to disfigure his gorgeous face. She hated him enough to actually do

but it held a hint of anticipation. She said in a low voice, "If I win, will you really let me do

a bastard but when have I ever broken my promise?" Lambert stroked the hair on her forehead gently and spoke to her intimately as if he was talking

more than money is the chance to slap him and throw the bottle of wine at his head. I am just drinking to boost my courage. No matter what happens when I wake up, I

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