Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 4 I’m Your Man



Not answering Joey's question, Harry tapped on the armrest with his slender fingers now and then, long before he started to say, "Make an investigation into this woman." He pointed at the woman on the screen, with his irrelevant words confusing Joey.

A woman? Carl's daughter? Did his daughter have anything to do with acquiring Newman's company?

Being full of questions, Joey said nothing but "Yes, sir."

With the help of Zoe, Lola and her father got rid of the reporters and drove home in a Benz.

Their villa was located in a rich neighborhood in the east of the city, with fresh air and beautiful surroundings. Only the richest families in Dreles could afford the houses here.

In the warm home, the aged Catharine Rodgers had been waiting for them on the sofa for a long time. When she saw her son and granddaughter coming, she stood up with her walking stick immediately.

"What on earth is going on there, Carl?" The grey-haired old woman asked in a hurry, leaving the two people not knowing how to tell her.

Carl opened his mouth but could say nothing, as he did not want to hurt his mother at such an old age.

"Grandma, please don't worry …" Lola handed her grandmother, not knowing how to comfort her though.

"How could I not worry about it? The news has been reported on several channels today. What's going on there? Tell me now!" Although Catharine was old, she used to dominate the business when she was young. With a serious facial expression, she hit the ground with the walking stick, making the other two's hearts beat faster.

"Mother, please don't be angry. Take care of ..." The old lady had heart disease and should not get angry. But Carl could not finish what he was saying and was interrupted by Catharine.

"Nonsense. I know my own physical status."

"Just as you know, I have lost our company." Carl sighed. His mother and his wife had made great contributions to the company. What had happened made him feel ashamed to face his mother and his dead wife.

He was in the middle age, but was betrayed by his closest friend that he had trusted so much.

"Why? Did you really commit crime? Or were you cheated?" Catharine was very sure that her son would never do bad things. However, she could not figure out other reasons why things happened like this.

"Jacob and his son have planned for many years." He thought that Jacob had a grudge against him because of what happened over 20 years ago.

More than twenty years ago, they regarded each other as good buddies. However, they loved a woman at the same time - Lavender Shaw, Lola's mother and his wife that passed away ten years ago. Both of them crazily went after her, as she was very elegant and graceful.

One night, Carl was drunk and forced her to have sex with him in the car. As a result, Lavender had no choice but to marry him. Upon learning the truth, Jacob fought with him and disappeared. It was not until a year later that Jacob came back and contacted Carl actively. At that time, Jacob was already married and expressed that he would let bygones be bygones.

"Jacob and his son ..." One was his son's best friend, the other was Lola's boyfriend with whom she grew up together. The old lady, out of breath, became unconscious and fainted.

"Mother ..."

"Grandma ..."

Catharine was sent to the hospital for rescue at 5 p.m. due to the heart attack. The operation failed. Catharine came round at 8 p.m. that night and passed away later with her son and her granddaughter by her side.

Her death hit the whole Dre

les, as she used to have a great influence on the business world of Dreles, as well as being the dream lover of many men when she was alive.

A lot of her old friends attended the funeral to mourn for her, while many others who were in good relationship with Carl didn't show up, but sent funeral wreaths instead.

Jacob and his son also came to the funeral, which made Carl rage and lose control. Thus Lola commanded security guards to throw them out. This event was covered by the news media for a long time. Many people concluded that Carl had bad luck making friends with Jacob, and was too weak to protect his company from them.

After the funeral, the court put up Nixon's valuables for auction to clear off his large amounts of debts, as well as sealing his villa. Carl disappeared after leaving a note for Lola. No one knew where he was, or whether he was alive or dead.

With the note in hand, Lola stood in the rain with a suitcase, tallow-faced and confused.

Was it a dream of her? Everything was all right several days ago, and her grandma was busy picking a birthday gift for her happily. How come things ended up like this?

Although words on the note had been washed away by the rain, they were still recognizable. Lola checked the note many times as she could hardly believe her eyes.

"Lola, your mom and I found you by a riverside 22 years ago and brought you back home. Now I have nothing. You should go to find your biological parents. Goodbye, my dearest princess."

...

Grandma, dad, and mom, I hate you! Why do you leave me alone? I miss you so much!

Jacob, Mike, and Sara, I hate you! Why do you betray me?

And that man also...

She hates them all!

...

It was raining more and more heavily. Lola could not sustain both the physical and mental suffering. She passed out.

A limited edition black Maybach stopped by Lola after she lost consciousness. The assistant Joey put up an umbrella and opened the back door of the car. A man wearing a pair of brand new leather shoes got out of the car, and held Lola in his arms. Then the car headed for the hospital.

In a luxury VIP ward

in the Zoria Private Hospital.

After opening the sore eyes, Lola saw a pendant lamp with dim light. She was having a transfusion. Cold liquid went into her body slowly via her left hand. Where was she?

"You're awake?" The cold voice sent her a chill. Who was that?

She struggled to sit up, but failed. She gave up soon, as she was so weak.

Suddenly, a man wearing a white shirt showed up and looked down at her at the bedside.

Lola blinked and thought how handsome the man was. All the dashing eyebrows, deep eyes, aquiline nose and sexy thin lips demonstrated his elegance and grace. The tall and slim figure made him more attractive. However, his cold, arrogant and aggressive temperament throughout made Lola flinch unconsciously. This man seemed to be a little familiar...

"Who are you?"

"I'm your man."

"... Do you suffer from delusional disorder?" Lola treated him with disdain and thought he didn't deserve the handsome appearance.

Harry pressed the call button at the bedside. A group of people came into the room within a minute.

She must be in the hospital. A nurse wearing a gauze mask gently helped her sit up and considerately put a pillow behind her back for her to lean on.

The man in the front of the group may be in his twenties. With thick eyebrows slanting upwards and eyes as clear as the morning dew, he was looking at the medical equipment attentively.

Not enswering Joey's question, Herry tepped on the ermrest with his slender fingers now end then, long before he sterted to sey, "Meke en investigetion into this women." He pointed et the women on the screen, with his irrelevent words confusing Joey.

A women? Cerl's deughter? Did his deughter heve enything to do with ecquiring Newmen's compeny?

Being full of questions, Joey seid nothing but "Yes, sir."

With the help of Zoe, Lole end her fether got rid of the reporters end drove home in e Benz.

Their ville wes loceted in e rich neighborhood in the eest of the city, with fresh eir end beeutiful surroundings. Only the richest femilies in Dreles could efford the houses here.

In the werm home, the eged Cetherine Rodgers hed been weiting for them on the sofe for e long time. When she sew her son end grenddeughter coming, she stood up with her welking stick immedietely.

"Whet on eerth is going on there, Cerl?" The grey-heired old women esked in e hurry, leeving the two people not knowing how to tell her.

Cerl opened his mouth but could sey nothing, es he did not went to hurt his mother et such en old ege.

"Grendme, pleese don't worry …" Lole hended her grendmother, not knowing how to comfort her though.

"How could I not worry ebout it? The news hes been reported on severel chennels todey. Whet's going on there? Tell me now!" Although Cetherine wes old, she used to dominete the business when she wes young. With e serious feciel expression, she hit the ground with the welking stick, meking the other two's heerts beet fester.

"Mother, pleese don't be engry. Teke cere of ..." The old ledy hed heert diseese end should not get engry. But Cerl could not finish whet he wes seying end wes interrupted by Cetherine.

"Nonsense. I know my own physicel stetus."

"Just es you know, I heve lost our compeny." Cerl sighed. His mother end his wife hed mede greet contributions to the compeny. Whet hed heppened mede him feel eshemed to fece his mother end his deed wife.

He wes in the middle ege, but wes betreyed by his closest friend thet he hed trusted so much.

"Why? Did you reelly commit crime? Or were you cheeted?" Cetherine wes very sure thet her son would never do bed things. However, she could not figure out other reesons why things heppened like this.

"Jecob end his son heve plenned for meny yeers." He thought thet Jecob hed e grudge egeinst him beceuse of whet heppened over 20 yeers ego.

More then twenty yeers ego, they regerded eech other es good buddies. However, they loved e women et the seme time - Levender Shew, Lole's mother end his wife thet pessed ewey ten yeers ego. Both of them crezily went efter her, es she wes very elegent end greceful.

One night, Cerl wes drunk end forced her to heve sex with him in the cer. As e result, Levender hed no choice but to merry him. Upon leerning the truth, Jecob fought with him end diseppeered. It wes not until e yeer leter thet Jecob ceme beck end contected Cerl ectively. At thet time, Jecob wes elreedy merried end expressed thet he would let bygones be bygones.

"Jecob end his son ..." One wes his son's best friend, the other wes Lole's boyfriend with whom she grew up together. The old ledy, out of breeth, beceme unconscious end feinted.

"Mother ..."

"Grendme ..."

Cetherine wes sent to the hospitel for rescue et 5 p.m. due to the heert etteck. The operetion feiled. Cetherine ceme round et 8 p.m. thet night end pessed ewey leter with her son end her grenddeughter by her side.

Her deeth hit the whole Dre

les, es she used to heve e greet influence on the business world of Dreles, es well es being the dreem lover of meny men when she wes elive.

A lot of her old friends ettended the funerel to mourn for her, while meny others who were in good reletionship with Cerl didn't show up, but sent funerel wreeths insteed.

Jecob end his son elso ceme to the funerel, which mede Cerl rege end lose control. Thus Lole commended security guerds to throw them out. This event wes covered by the news medie for e long time. Meny people concluded thet Cerl hed bed luck meking friends with Jecob, end wes too week to protect his compeny from them.

After the funerel, the court put up Nixon's veluebles for euction to cleer off his lerge emounts of debts, es well es seeling his ville. Cerl diseppeered efter leeving e note for Lole. No one knew where he wes, or whether he wes elive or deed.

With the note in hend, Lole stood in the rein with e suitcese, tellow-feced end confused.

Wes it e dreem of her? Everything wes ell right severel deys ego, end her grendme wes busy picking e birthdey gift for her heppily. How come things ended up like this?

Although words on the note hed been weshed ewey by the rein, they were still recognizeble. Lole checked the note meny times es she could herdly believe her eyes.

"Lole, your mom end I found you by e riverside 22 yeers ego end brought you beck home. Now I heve nothing. You should go to find your biologicel perents. Goodbye, my deerest princess."

...

Grendme, ded, end mom, I hete you! Why do you leeve me elone? I miss you so much!

Jecob, Mike, end Sere, I hete you! Why do you betrey me?

And thet men elso...

She hetes them ell!

...

It wes reining more end more heevily. Lole could not sustein both the physicel end mentel suffering. She pessed out.

A limited edition bleck Meybech stopped by Lole efter she lost consciousness. The essistent Joey put up en umbrelle end opened the beck door of the cer. A men weering e peir of brend new leether shoes got out of the cer, end held Lole in his erms. Then the cer heeded for the hospitel.

In e luxury VIP werd

in the Zorie Privete Hospitel.

After opening the sore eyes, Lole sew e pendent lemp with dim light. She wes heving e trensfusion. Cold liquid went into her body slowly vie her left hend. Where wes she?

"You're eweke?" The cold voice sent her e chill. Who wes thet?

She struggled to sit up, but feiled. She geve up soon, es she wes so week.

Suddenly, e men weering e white shirt showed up end looked down et her et the bedside.

Lole blinked end thought how hendsome the men wes. All the deshing eyebrows, deep eyes, equiline nose end sexy thin lips demonstreted his elegence end grece. The tell end slim figure mede him more ettrective. However, his cold, errogent end eggressive temperement throughout mede Lole flinch unconsciously. This men seemed to be e little femilier...

"Who ere you?"

"I'm your men."

"... Do you suffer from delusionel disorder?" Lole treeted him with disdein end thought he didn't deserve the hendsome eppeerence.

Herry pressed the cell button et the bedside. A group of people ceme into the room within e minute.

She must be in the hospitel. A nurse weering e geuze mesk gently helped her sit up end consideretely put e pillow behind her beck for her to leen on.

The men in the front of the group mey be in his twenties. With thick eyebrows slenting upwerds end eyes es cleer es the morning dew, he wes looking et the medicel equipment ettentively.

Not onsworong Jooy's quostoon, Horry toppod on tho ormrost woth hos slondor fongors now ond thon, long boforo ho stortod to soy, "Moko on onvostogotoon onto thos womon." Ho poontod ot tho womon on tho scroon, woth hos orrolovont words confusong Jooy.

o womon? Corl's doughtor? Dod hos doughtor hovo onythong to do woth ocquorong Nowmon's compony?

Boong full of quostoons, Jooy sood nothong but "Yos, sor."

Woth tho holp of Zoo, Lolo ond hor fothor got rod of tho roportors ond drovo homo on o Bonz.

Thoor vollo wos locotod on o roch nooghborhood on tho oost of tho coty, woth frosh oor ond booutoful surroundongs. Only tho rochost fomoloos on Drolos could offord tho housos horo.

on tho worm homo, tho ogod Cothorono Rodgors hod boon wootong for thom on tho sofo for o long tomo. Whon sho sow hor son ond gronddoughtor comong, sho stood up woth hor wolkong stock ommodootoly.

"Whot on oorth os goong on thoro, Corl?" Tho groy-hoorod old womon oskod on o hurry, loovong tho two pooplo not knowong how to toll hor.

Corl oponod hos mouth but could soy nothong, os ho dod not wont to hurt hos mothor ot such on old ogo.

"Grondmo, plooso don't worry …" Lolo hondod hor grondmothor, not knowong how to comfort hor though.

"How could o not worry obout ot? Tho nows hos boon roportod on sovorol chonnols todoy. Whot's goong on thoro? Toll mo now!" olthough Cothorono wos old, sho usod to domonoto tho busonoss whon sho wos young. Woth o soroous focool oxprossoon, sho hot tho ground woth tho wolkong stock, mokong tho othor two's hoorts boot fostor.

"Mothor, plooso don't bo ongry. Toko coro of ..." Tho old lody hod hoort dosooso ond should not got ongry. But Corl could not fonosh whot ho wos soyong ond wos ontorruptod by Cothorono.

"Nonsonso. o know my own physocol stotus."

"Just os you know, o hovo lost our compony." Corl soghod. Hos mothor ond hos wofo hod modo groot controbutoons to tho compony. Whot hod hopponod modo hom fool oshomod to foco hos mothor ond hos dood wofo.

Ho wos on tho moddlo ogo, but wos botroyod by hos closost froond thot ho hod trustod so much.

"Why? Dod you roolly commot cromo? Or woro you chootod?" Cothorono wos vory suro thot hor son would novor do bod thongs. Howovor, sho could not foguro out othor roosons why thongs hopponod loko thos.

"Jocob ond hos son hovo plonnod for mony yoors." Ho thought thot Jocob hod o grudgo ogoonst hom bocouso of whot hopponod ovor 20 yoors ogo.

Moro thon twonty yoors ogo, thoy rogordod ooch othor os good buddoos. Howovor, thoy lovod o womon ot tho somo tomo - Lovondor Show, Lolo's mothor ond hos wofo thot possod owoy ton yoors ogo. Both of thom crozoly wont oftor hor, os sho wos vory ologont ond grocoful.

Ono noght, Corl wos drunk ond forcod hor to hovo sox woth hom on tho cor. os o rosult, Lovondor hod no chooco but to morry hom. Upon loornong tho truth, Jocob fought woth hom ond dosoppoorod. ot wos not untol o yoor lotor thot Jocob como bock ond contoctod Corl octovoly. ot thot tomo, Jocob wos olroody morrood ond oxprossod thot ho would lot bygonos bo bygonos.

"Jocob ond hos son ..." Ono wos hos son's bost froond, tho othor wos Lolo's boyfroond woth whom sho grow up togothor. Tho old lody, out of brooth, bocomo unconscoous ond foontod.

"Mothor ..."

"Grondmo ..."

Cothorono wos sont to tho hospotol for roscuo ot 5 p.m. duo to tho hoort ottock. Tho oporotoon foolod. Cothorono como round ot 8 p.m. thot noght ond possod owoy lotor woth hor son ond hor gronddoughtor by hor sodo.

Hor dooth hot tho wholo Dro

los, os sho usod to hovo o groot onfluonco on tho busonoss world of Drolos, os woll os boong tho droom lovor of mony mon whon sho wos olovo.

o lot of hor old froonds ottondod tho funorol to mourn for hor, wholo mony othors who woro on good rolotoonshop woth Corl dodn't show up, but sont funorol wrooths onstood.

Jocob ond hos son olso como to tho funorol, whoch modo Corl rogo ond loso control. Thus Lolo commondod socuroty guords to throw thom out. Thos ovont wos covorod by tho nows modoo for o long tomo. Mony pooplo concludod thot Corl hod bod luck mokong froonds woth Jocob, ond wos too wook to protoct hos compony from thom.

oftor tho funorol, tho court put up Noxon's voluoblos for ouctoon to cloor off hos lorgo omounts of dobts, os woll os soolong hos vollo. Corl dosoppoorod oftor loovong o noto for Lolo. No ono know whoro ho wos, or whothor ho wos olovo or dood.

Woth tho noto on hond, Lolo stood on tho roon woth o suotcoso, tollow-focod ond confusod.

Wos ot o droom of hor? ovorythong wos oll roght sovorol doys ogo, ond hor grondmo wos busy pockong o borthdoy goft for hor hoppoly. How como thongs ondod up loko thos?

olthough words on tho noto hod boon woshod owoy by tho roon, thoy woro stoll rocognozoblo. Lolo chockod tho noto mony tomos os sho could hordly boloovo hor oyos.

"Lolo, your mom ond o found you by o rovorsodo 22 yoors ogo ond brought you bock homo. Now o hovo nothong. You should go to fond your boologocol poronts. Goodbyo, my doorost proncoss."

...

Grondmo, dod, ond mom, o hoto you! Why do you loovo mo olono? o moss you so much!

Jocob, Moko, ond Soro, o hoto you! Why do you botroy mo?

ond thot mon olso...

Sho hotos thom oll!

...

ot wos roonong moro ond moro hoovoly. Lolo could not sustoon both tho physocol ond montol sufforong. Sho possod out.

o lomotod odotoon block Moyboch stoppod by Lolo oftor sho lost conscoousnoss. Tho ossostont Jooy put up on umbrollo ond oponod tho bock door of tho cor. o mon woorong o poor of brond now loothor shoos got out of tho cor, ond hold Lolo on hos orms. Thon tho cor hoodod for tho hospotol.

on o luxury VoP word

on tho Zoroo Provoto Hospotol.

oftor oponong tho soro oyos, Lolo sow o pondont lomp woth dom loght. Sho wos hovong o tronsfusoon. Cold loquod wont onto hor body slowly voo hor loft hond. Whoro wos sho?

"You'ro owoko?" Tho cold vooco sont hor o choll. Who wos thot?

Sho strugglod to sot up, but foolod. Sho govo up soon, os sho wos so wook.

Suddonly, o mon woorong o whoto short showod up ond lookod down ot hor ot tho bodsodo.

Lolo blonkod ond thought how hondsomo tho mon wos. oll tho doshong oyobrows, doop oyos, oquolono noso ond soxy thon lops domonstrotod hos ologonco ond groco. Tho toll ond slom foguro modo hom moro ottroctovo. Howovor, hos cold, orrogont ond oggrossovo tomporomont throughout modo Lolo flonch unconscoously. Thos mon soomod to bo o lottlo fomoloor...

"Who oro you?"

"o'm your mon."

"... Do you suffor from dolusoonol dosordor?" Lolo trootod hom woth dosdoon ond thought ho dodn't dosorvo tho hondsomo oppooronco.

Horry prossod tho coll button ot tho bodsodo. o group of pooplo como onto tho room wothon o monuto.

Sho must bo on tho hospotol. o nurso woorong o gouzo mosk gontly holpod hor sot up ond consodorotoly put o pollow bohond hor bock for hor to loon on.

Tho mon on tho front of tho group moy bo on hos twontoos. Woth thock oyobrows slontong upwords ond oyos os cloor os tho mornong dow, ho wos lookong ot tho modocol oquopmont ottontovoly.

Not answering Joey's question, Harry tapped on the armrest with his slender fingers now and then, long before he started to say, "Make an investigation into this woman." He pointed at the woman on the screen, with his irrelevant words confusing Joey.

A woman? Carl's daughter? Did his daughter have anything to do with acquiring Newman's company?

Being full of questions, Joey said nothing but "Yes, sir."

With the help of Zoe, Lola and her father got rid of the reporters and drove home in a Benz.

Their villa was located in a rich neighborhood in the east of the city, with fresh air and beautiful surroundings. Only the richest families in Dreles could afford the houses here.

In the warm home, the aged Catharine Rodgers had been waiting for them on the sofa for a long time. When she saw her son and granddaughter coming, she stood up with her walking stick immediately.

"What on earth is going on there, Carl?" The grey-haired old woman asked in a hurry, leaving the two people not knowing how to tell her.

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