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Sylvie's voice was a desperate plea, filled with aching desire as she let out a shaky exhale. Her words were like shards of ice, piercing the air between them. "Uh, I need you to make love with me."Caspian recoiled in shock, his eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. "What? Are you serious?"The loud chatter from the nearby house seemed to mock their intimate moment, a sharp contrast to the raw emotions swirling between Sylvie and Caspian."Please, Master Steele," Sylvie's voice cracked as she spoke through gritted teeth, her desperation turning into anger.But Caspian brushed her off, avoiding eye contact and changing the subject. "We'll talk about this later. I have to leave now." He could hear slow footsteps approaching and knew it was Diana, someone he wanted to avoid at all costs."No, you can't just walk away while I'm here," Sylvie pleaded, her eyes boring into Caspian's back."But it's night. Can't you stay? There are plenty of empty rooms in this mansion," Sylvie begged, grasping
Mr Anderson's face twisted in anger as he cursed under his breath. "Uh, it's all my fault!"If only he had known the identity of the man he had embarrassed, the owner of the powerful multi-national Nebulon Conglomerates, he would have held his tongue. But now it was too late, and Mrs. Olivia stood in front of him with a look of terror in her eyes.She fired back at him, her voice trembling with no fear or desperation. "Sir, forget about that; does he have to damage the phone before he pays? He must be dealt with for breaking the ethics of buying and selling. Simply pay, and the purchase becomes yours."Mr Anderson couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could she still be concerned about technicalities when their chance at a mind-boggling $245 million contract was slipping away? But he knew he shouldn't have expected any better from her."It's your fault, Mrs. Olivia," he said glumly, drowning in regret. "I should fire you for making us lose such a valuable deal."Her eyes widened in
Caspian led himself to the dressing room so he could change into his less fancy clothing. Changing had a reason behind it; his intention was to stay under the radar and dress in inexpensive attire. Once he finished changing his clothes, he went to his room to prepare for the next menu course. "Hey, take them back!" Caspian, discontent with the waiter's service, confronted her about bringing the wrong order. "You brought the wrong order again just like yesterday? Is that the way you treat consumers?" Caspian expressed his dissatisfaction, imagining a hotel he managed with a few insignificant flaws. Shame is the result of all these errors. "Oh sorry, sir. I gotta bring the right order. It's not going to take longer," the waiter, apologetic, rushed out of Caspian's place. "Damn," Caspian let out a frustrating sigh. The first thing that crossed his mind was to have a chat with Emily, the hotel manager, about efficiency, productivity, and accuracy – observations he made since his initi
"And what else? I've told you I'll never kneel because you don't deserve it," Caspian retorted with a sneer.Realizing that Caspian was not ready to kneel at all costs, Enzo frowned, letting out a deep sigh."Don't go beyond the red lines! You're just a lowly cleaner here. I can tell your manager to sack you, so you'll go jobless," Enzo exclaimed, but Caspian remained unfazed, his arms crossed."Huh. Are you kidding or what?" Caspian scoffed, his words all in one breath."Dare me?"Feeling uncomfortable, Enzo ordered, his voice laced with a threat, "Now, clean my shoes or I'll embarrass you.""Not ready. So you better do what you want to do quickly. I don't have much time to waste on these uncultured men," Caspian said with a cold glare."Luring yourself into trouble related to me has a big penalty. Haven't people told you how ruthless I am?" Enzo walked up to Caspian, aiming to grab his jaws.His voice emitting a sense of fright, Enzo continued, "How long will it take you to kneel do
"Of course, yeah. I want to buy the gold bullion," Caspian said. Enzo briefly fell speechless as he glanced at Caspian's inexpensive attire, shaking his head."No... no. Are you kidding me? I own 25%, and you want to buy it all?" Enzo was left in a puzzle. He couldn't express how amazed he was."Hahaha," Caspian chuckled, a light grin playing on his face."Mr. Enzo, what's happening? I thought you were here to handle this arrogant fool," Mrs. Olivia, puzzled, expressed in a hushed voice.Enzo, without hesitating, responded, "It's business talks," The phrase 'one-night stand' echoed in Enzo's mind as he turned to Olivia, their locked gaze igniting a connection.Footsteps looming. "Master, I wasn't aware you were here all this time?" Emily, nervous, muttered in disbelief and also in a respectful manner as she approached."Isn't it clear that they call him 'master'?" Enzo's men erupted into a debate among themselves after Emily mentioned."It's not just used for an ordinary person. It's
"Gasps!"Silence enveloped the room like a delicate whisper."Dammit!" Caspian cursed inwardly, his anger fuming towards Diana."You're not serious," Caspian's doubt lingered in the air as he questioned her sincerity.Caspian could see the hurt and betrayal in her eyes, but he couldn't back down now. "You said you loved me, but where was that love when you left me all those years ago?""And all this time, uh, I never even got to see my daughter...until now." Caspian stuttered, worries evident in his eyes."You say Arthur is her father, yet there's no evidence. Their DNAs don't align," Caspian remarked, smirking."The same love I have for you is what I've for my daughter?" Diana whimpered while trying to hold back her tears.She chimed in, her glare cold,"I made a costly mistake by looking down on you," Diana looked apologetic, but that didn't change Caspian's motive.Caspian was uneasy about Diana discussing Mia's paternity, avoiding the admission that Mia was his daughter."Where's m
Caspian, relaxing on a high-end custom-regal designed couch, hears his phone vibrate for a moment. Grabbing it, he realizes it's a video call from his mother, Lady Ciara. In an instant, he swipes his finger to the right on the screen, chiming, "Hello mom. How have you been?" "Well, I'm doing fine over here. It's just that the weather is a bit harsh on me," Lady Ciara, her voice soft, replied with a smile. "Sorry about that. You know winter can be stubborn," Caspian said. "Yesterday, I was at Nebulon headquarters; I asked you, but I was told you're not on the seat. Hope no problem?" She inquired. "I was too busy," Caspian sighed. "I think that's good news to hear from you," Lady Ciara muttered, squealing in delight. Caspian chuckled lightly, his words thankful, "It's a pleasure, mom. Thanks for calling." "You're welcome, dear," Lady Ciara asserted. Caspian, in a glum tone, mentioned, his brows cocked. "How's dad, huh?" Lady Ciara, sighing in worries, muttered, "he's fine. Any
Steering the joystick of the drone controller, Heather exclaimed, "Master, I have new intel." Caspian, intrigued, sighed before asking, "What is it?" Heather reported while expertly piloting the spy drone, "I tracked three Mercedes-Benz buses en route to Enzo's mercenary base. Looks like they're transporting something."Caspian rushed over to Heather, eagerly peering at the remote controller screen to see the live feed. "Adjust the altitude," he instructed.She added, "I think they may be filled with fake gold bars." "Excellent! We've caught them in the act," excitedly exclaimed Caspian, his dimples emerging from his cheeks."I knew Enzo couldn't be trusted. He's always planning something devious," asserted Caspian sharply."Well, I can't wait to give him a taste of his own medicine. I'll make sure he kneels down and begs for mercy," vowed Caspian determinedly.Heather called Caspian's attention, "Master, I'm flying at a low altitude." She added, "About 2 meters.""Do you think th