The Sweet Plunder Of CEO

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!"

but two of Lambert's bodyguards

taken care of. Your younger brother is a black sheep. You 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 of your salary is just 900 dollars. Your performance for the last three consecutive months has been zero and you are in danger of losing your job. You are 26 years old and your bank balance

frustration, she raised her head

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

I can see the rage in your eyes. I can still give you a chance to understand what you

at him

her close to him and whispered gently in her ear, "Play a game with me. If you win, I will let you do whatever you want to do. If you lose, you have to stay

his grasp while Lambert continued, "Didn't you use to drink and play earlier? Do you

handsome he was with his angular face and captivating eyes, she detested him. She was fighting the urge to slap him or throw a bottle

anticipation. She said in a low voice, "If I win, will you really let me do anything

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

at his head. I am just drinking to boost my courage. No matter what happens when I wake up, I will be happy.' One could see