CEO’s Seduction Trap

The woman with Hunter was indeed Mrs. Brown. Leila had caught them red-handed on Hunter’s couch before. It was Hunter’s birthday, and Leila had been visiting Mrs. Patel in Yort City. She rushed back to surprise him with a birthday cake. The surprise turned into a shock when she opened the door to see them in the passion on the sofa.

Who noticed her first, she couldn’t remember… Amidst the chaos, Hunter had knelt, apologized, and shamelessly claimed he did it for their future happiness. For their happiness, he slept with another woman?

Leila drifted into her memories…

Suddenly, her arm was grabbed, and Mason pulled her out of the stairwell.

Leila looked up at him in surprise. Before she could ask, the stairwell door opened behind them, and Hunter and Mrs. Brown emerged.

Leila turned at the sound, and Hunter’s face turned pale when he saw her. “Leila.”

Unlike Hunter’s panic, Leila remained calm and composed. “Mr. Brown was just looking for Mrs. Brown.”

Hunter’s face turned even paler, and he pushed the woman beside him.

Mrs. Brown scoffed and walked away.

As Mrs. Brown walked away, Hunter tried to reach for Leila’s hand.

Leila stepped back, her voice cold, “I have an early meeting tomorrow. I need to leave soon.”

Hunter stepped forward again, “Leila, it’s not what you think. She and I…”

As Hunter was about to explain, a loud click from a lighter interrupted him. He looked up instinctively to see Mason, not far behind Leila, lighting a cigarette. A cold sweat broke out on Hunter’s forehead.

“Mr… Mr. Ramirez…”

Mason leaned against the wall, smoking. “Hmm? go on.”

Go on? How could they possibly continue now?

Hunter had been startled by Leila as soon as he stepped out, not noticing the man behind her. The atmosphere was tense.

Leila broke the silence, “I’m off now.”

With that, she walked away first.

Leila reached into her bag for her car keys as she left the hotel, then realized she had been drinking. .. She sighed resignedly and decided to hail a cab by the roadside.

It was a hot midsummer night, making people feel restless.

Leila was looking down at her phone when a black SUV pulled up in front of her. She looked up to see Mason’s assistant, Daniel.

“Miss Patel.”

Leila paused for a moment, then smiled. “Mr. Daniel.”

Daniel nodded at her. “It’s not easy to get a cab around here. Mr. Ramirez asked me to take you home.”

Leila, “…”

Daniel’s words fell, and saw she didn’t move, he added, “It just so happens that I have a bit of work-related business I’d like to ask you about.”

At the mention of work, Leila hesitated for a moment but then relented. “Alright, thank you.”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Daniel ask Leila some work-related questions during the ride, even though Leila knew he was just making excuses. Despite this, she smiled and answered each question patiently.

Over an hour later, they arrived at Leila’s apartment. After seeing her safely inside the complex, Daniel sent a message to Mason: [Boss, she’s home.]

Mason replied simply, [Good.]

Meanwhile, as Leila arrived home, she received a call from Hunter.

“Leila, let me explain. When I asked her to meet me in the stairwell today, it was to end things with her, not what you think…”

Leila took a deep breath and interrupted him. “Hunter, men can be heartless, but they shouldn’t be shameless.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, Hunter’s voice sounded tense. “Can I ask who that man was?”

Leila wasn’t one for long-lasting relationships. In her view, when two adults love each other, they should be together. When they break up, there’s no need for displays of affection.

After the question, Leila was silence. Hunter suddenly choked up. “Leila, do you think I’m really in the wrong?”

Leila didn’t answer; she just hung up.

Shirley’s video call came in shortly afterward.

Leila briefly explained her situation with Hunter to Shirley.

Shirley scoffed, “He has the nerve to ask if he’s in the wrong? How shameless.”

Leila washed her face, “I can save on the wedding expenses next month. The wedding’s off.”

Shirley remarked, “So, who was the man you were with last night?”

Leila paused as she applied a face mask, then replied, “Mason.”

Shirley was sitting on the sofa, sipping water when she heard Leila’s revelation. The glass slipped from her hand, splashing water all over the sofa. She didn’t bother to clean it up, instead raising her voice, “Who? Who did you say?”

“Mason…”

Shirley fell silent for a long time. Then, in a low voice, she said, “Stay away from him.”