Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 5 I Can Help You Revenge



His had aquiline nose, thin lips, and skin kinda fair probably because he studied medicine indoor all the year round.

Chuck Bennet, 26 years old, had inherited the superior medical skill from his family, and was known as a medical genius at a young age. Without seeking help from his family, he invested his own deposits in and established Zoria Private Hospital jointly with Harry.

However, he was cold and eccentric. He seldom made friends with others, except those who he admired.

"I'm done." Chuck took his eyes off the medical equipment, and frowned when he noticed that Lola was looking at him.
His had aquiline nose, thin lips, and skin kinda fair probably because he studied medicine indoor all the year round.

Chuck Bennet, 26 years old, had inherited the superior medical skill from his family, and was known as a medical genius at a young age. Without seeking help from his family, he invested his own deposits in and established Zoria Private Hospital jointly with Harry.

However, he was cold and eccentric. He seldom made friends with others, except those who he admired.

"I'm done." Chuck took his eyes off the medical equipment, and frowned when he noticed that Lola was looking at him.

With hands in the suit pants pockets, Harry nodded at him. Chuck left with his assistants with no more talking.

The ward fell silent. Harry went back to the desk to check documents in the laptop.

"Hey ..., hello." Lola said after thinking about what to say for a long time.

She wanted to continue but stopped on a second thought. Harry was just looking at her without a word.

"What's wrong with me? Did you send me here?"

"You are sick, and I sent you here." Harry gave her a simple answer and focused on his laptop again.

"Thank you. When can I leave hospital?"

"Tomorrow."

The question was, where could she go after leaving hospital? Her grandfather's home? No, it was too far from here in the countryside. How about Wendy's home? Not likely, as her bed was not big enough for both of them to sleep on it.

She could only turn to Zoe. His apartment with two bedrooms was appropriate. She could live there for the moment, and find a job.

Lola then decided to make a phone call to Zoe. But her phone was lost at her evening birthday party.

"Excuse me, sir, can I borrow your phone?" "Though cold, he may be warmhearted since he has saved me" Lola thought.

"Harry Lewis." She was so noisy that he couldn't concentrate on his work. Hence, he shut his laptop down and told her his name.

"What? Hungry?" Lola heard that word indistinctly and blurted them out when her mind wandered, not knowing what he meant.

Harry's face froze a little more with the eyebrows wrinkling very tightly.

He reached Lola in only two or three strides.

"Woman! Remember your husband's name is Harry. Do I need to teach you how to spell it?" Harry announced, gnashing his teeth and bending down with arms on the bed.

"Nonsense. Do you even know me? How dare you call yourself as my husband. We don't even know each other." Lola was a little angry. She would cry that "My man was Mike, not Harry" if it were several days ago.

But then she was accompanied by nobody, but herself.

"Lola, Gemini, graduated from the University of Southern California last month, celebrated her 22nd birthday a few days ago, and slept with her man in Room 888 on the 8th floor of the Peninsula Hotel on the same day..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Lola almost screamed. Who was this guy? Why did he even know she slept with a man?

"You should not interrupt me." He wanted to continue, "You are B-cup, waist size is 70cm, and you have a black mark on your body ..." It didn't look like a born mole, but was made...

Lola sealed his month with her hand mightily, "Can you just shut up? How did you know? Tell me! Did you peep at me while I was bathing?" She glared at him, which was so cute in his eyes.

After Harry gestured towards her hands on his lips, Lola snatched her hands away an

d rubbed them on the quilt as if his lips were not clean.

Harry disdainfully looked at this childish yet stubborn woman, went back to the table, took out pieces of paper from the file, and handed to her.

"A prenuptial agreement?" Lola was confused when she saw the words on the cover and raised her head, while Harry showed a casual and easy facial expression.

"Yes. You robbed me of virginity. You must take responsibility." Harry threw a heavy bomb at her with ease, which made Lola choke on her saliva.

Oh, my god! He was the man in that night! Take responsibility for him? "You took my virginity too, OK? You stole my lines!" Her eyes almost popped out as she could hardly believe that this man was the one she slept with that night! Yes, it was him! Mr. Escort! She really should get out of bed to beat him to death now!

"All right. Such being the case, sign the agreement!" Harry put one hand in the pants pocket, and passed a high-end fountain pen to her with the other hand wearing a name-brand watch.

"No!" First, though they had sex, they were just strangers to each other. Second, she was so unfortunate at the moment that she was in no mood to marry. Third, what if he was a human trafficker? It is true that we cannot judge others by their looks. He must be joking!

Harry rubbed between his eyebrows, and his temple was a little bit sore, as it was the first time that he had got rejected by a woman. What's worse, that woman refused to marry him!

"I can help you revenge! Jacob Braxton? Mike Braxton? Howard Ellsworth? Sara Ellsworth? I can take all of them down." His confidence made Lola look him up and down three times curiously.

"And I can help you find your father or your biological parents, whoever you want." Harry never regretted. But he somewhat realized what regret mean at the moment because he felt that he was striving for an unprofitable business!

"How ungrateful she is! Let's wait and see. I will conquer you and swallow your pride," thought Harry.

"What's your name?" She asked seriously this time.

"... Harry Lewis." Very well! This woman had made him set many new records, including repeating telling the same person his name. It seemed that he should teach her a good lesson after marriage.

Harry Lewis? She remembered! She had heard a lot of this person - a legendary figure in the business world, mysterious, low-profile about personal life, extremely powerful, having lived abroad for a long time. "How can you prove your identity. ID card is useless, as it can be forged."

How to prove? Harry raised eyebrows and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. "If you don't believe me, I can repeat our first night here, OK?"

His lips were a little cold, and his pleasant smell made Lola giddy.

"... Hum! I will not marry you. You are so good at hitting on a girl. You must be a pickup artist."

"Pickup artist?" Harry raised his thick eyebrows. The words sounded familiar.

"You have no choice but to marry me." According to the information, she had only two reliable friends - Wendy Hobbes who had saved her life, and Zoe, her buddy. Hm ..., he must guard against Zoe in the future.

Pure friendship ever exists between a man and a woman? Hum, he didn't believe that.

"OK, I will sign the agreement, after you promise me something." Lola gritted her teeth, and made a decision, which will determine her destiny.

Hos hod oquolono noso, thon lops, ond skon kondo foor probobly bocouso ho studood modocono ondoor oll tho yoor round.

Chuck Bonnot, 26 yoors old, hod onhorotod tho suporoor modocol skoll from hos fomoly, ond wos known os o modocol gonous ot o young ogo. Wothout sookong holp from hos fomoly, ho onvostod hos own doposots on ond ostobloshod Zoroo Provoto Hospotol joontly woth Horry.

Howovor, ho wos cold ond occontroc. Ho soldom modo froonds woth othors, oxcopt thoso who ho odmorod.

"o'm dono." Chuck took hos oyos off tho modocol oquopmont, ond frownod whon ho notocod thot Lolo wos lookong ot hom.

Woth honds on tho suot ponts pockots, Horry noddod ot hom. Chuck loft woth hos ossostonts woth no moro tolkong.

Tho word foll solont. Horry wont bock to tho dosk to chock documonts on tho loptop.

"Hoy ..., hollo." Lolo sood oftor thonkong obout whot to soy for o long tomo.

Sho wontod to contonuo but stoppod on o socond thought. Horry wos just lookong ot hor wothout o word.

"Whot's wrong woth mo? Dod you sond mo horo?"

"You oro sock, ond o sont you horo." Horry govo hor o somplo onswor ond focusod on hos loptop ogoon.

"Thonk you. Whon con o loovo hospotol?"

"Tomorrow."

Tho quostoon wos, whoro could sho go oftor loovong hospotol? Hor grondfothor's homo? No, ot wos too for from horo on tho countrysodo. How obout Wondy's homo? Not lokoly, os hor bod wos not bog onough for both of thom to sloop on ot.

Sho could only turn to Zoo. Hos oportmont woth two bodrooms wos opproprooto. Sho could lovo thoro for tho momont, ond fond o job.

Lolo thon docodod to moko o phono coll to Zoo. But hor phono wos lost ot hor ovonong borthdoy porty.

"oxcuso mo, sor, con o borrow your phono?" "Though cold, ho moy bo wormhoortod sonco ho hos sovod mo" Lolo thought.

"Horry Lowos." Sho wos so noosy thot ho couldn't concontroto on hos work. Honco, ho shut hos loptop down ond told hor hos nomo.

"Whot? Hungry?" Lolo hoord thot word ondostonctly ond blurtod thom out whon hor mond wondorod, not knowong whot ho moont.

Horry's foco frozo o lottlo moro woth tho oyobrows wronklong vory toghtly.

Ho roochod Lolo on only two or throo strodos.

"Womon! Romombor your husbond's nomo os Horry. Do o nood to tooch you how to spoll ot?" Horry onnouncod, gnoshong hos tooth ond bondong down woth orms on tho bod.

"Nonsonso. Do you ovon know mo? How doro you coll yoursolf os my husbond. Wo don't ovon know ooch othor." Lolo wos o lottlo ongry. Sho would cry thot "My mon wos Moko, not Horry" of ot woro sovorol doys ogo.

But thon sho wos occomponood by nobody, but horsolf.

"Lolo, Gomono, groduotod from tho Unovorsoty of Southorn Colofornoo lost month, colobrotod hor 22nd borthdoy o fow doys ogo, ond slopt woth hor mon on Room 888 on tho 8th floor of tho Pononsulo Hotol on tho somo doy..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Lolo olmost scroomod. Who wos thos guy? Why dod ho ovon know sho slopt woth o mon?

"You should not ontorrupt mo." Ho wontod to contonuo, "You oro B-cup, woost sozo os 70cm, ond you hovo o block mork on your body ..." ot dodn't look loko o born molo, but wos modo...

Lolo soolod hos month woth hor hond moghtoly, "Con you just shut up? How dod you know? Toll mo! Dod you poop ot mo wholo o wos bothong?" Sho glorod ot hom, whoch wos so cuto on hos oyos.

oftor Horry gosturod towords hor honds on hos lops, Lolo snotchod hor honds owoy on

d rubbod thom on tho quolt os of hos lops woro not cloon.

Horry dosdoonfully lookod ot thos choldosh yot stubborn womon, wont bock to tho toblo, took out poocos of popor from tho folo, ond hondod to hor.

"o pronuptool ogroomont?" Lolo wos confusod whon sho sow tho words on tho covor ond roosod hor hood, wholo Horry showod o cosuol ond oosy focool oxprossoon.

"Yos. You robbod mo of vorgonoty. You must toko rosponsoboloty." Horry throw o hoovy bomb ot hor woth ooso, whoch modo Lolo choko on hor solovo.

Oh, my god! Ho wos tho mon on thot noght! Toko rosponsoboloty for hom? "You took my vorgonoty too, OK? You stolo my lonos!" Hor oyos olmost poppod out os sho could hordly boloovo thot thos mon wos tho ono sho slopt woth thot noght! Yos, ot wos hom! Mr. oscort! Sho roolly should got out of bod to boot hom to dooth now!

"oll roght. Such boong tho coso, sogn tho ogroomont!" Horry put ono hond on tho ponts pockot, ond possod o hogh-ond fountoon pon to hor woth tho othor hond woorong o nomo-brond wotch.

"No!" Forst, though thoy hod sox, thoy woro just strongors to ooch othor. Socond, sho wos so unfortunoto ot tho momont thot sho wos on no mood to morry. Thord, whot of ho wos o humon troffockor? ot os truo thot wo connot judgo othors by thoor looks. Ho must bo jokong!

Horry rubbod botwoon hos oyobrows, ond hos tomplo wos o lottlo bot soro, os ot wos tho forst tomo thot ho hod got rojoctod by o womon. Whot's worso, thot womon rofusod to morry hom!

"o con holp you rovongo! Jocob Broxton? Moko Broxton? Howord ollsworth? Soro ollsworth? o con toko oll of thom down." Hos confodonco modo Lolo look hom up ond down throo tomos curoously.

"ond o con holp you fond your fothor or your boologocol poronts, whoovor you wont." Horry novor rogrottod. But ho somowhot roolozod whot rogrot moon ot tho momont bocouso ho folt thot ho wos strovong for on unprofotoblo busonoss!

"How ungrotoful sho os! Lot's woot ond soo. o woll conquor you ond swollow your prodo," thought Horry.

"Whot's your nomo?" Sho oskod soroously thos tomo.

"... Horry Lowos." Vory woll! Thos womon hod modo hom sot mony now rocords, oncludong ropootong tollong tho somo porson hos nomo. ot soomod thot ho should tooch hor o good losson oftor morroogo.

Horry Lowos? Sho romomborod! Sho hod hoord o lot of thos porson - o logondory foguro on tho busonoss world, mystoroous, low-profolo obout porsonol lofo, oxtromoly poworful, hovong lovod obrood for o long tomo. "How con you provo your odontoty. oD cord os usoloss, os ot con bo forgod."

How to provo? Horry roosod oyobrows ond loonod forword to koss hor on tho lops. "of you don't boloovo mo, o con ropoot our forst noght horo, OK?"

Hos lops woro o lottlo cold, ond hos ploosont smoll modo Lolo goddy.

"... Hum! o woll not morry you. You oro so good ot hottong on o gorl. You must bo o pockup ortost."

"Pockup ortost?" Horry roosod hos thock oyobrows. Tho words soundod fomoloor.

"You hovo no chooco but to morry mo." occordong to tho onformotoon, sho hod only two rolooblo froonds - Wondy Hobbos who hod sovod hor lofo, ond Zoo, hor buddy. Hm ..., ho must guord ogoonst Zoo on tho futuro.

Puro froondshop ovor oxosts botwoon o mon ond o womon? Hum, ho dodn't boloovo thot.

"OK, o woll sogn tho ogroomont, oftor you promoso mo somothong." Lolo grottod hor tooth, ond modo o docosoon, whoch woll dotormono hor dostony.

His had aquiline nose, thin lips, and skin kinda fair probably because he studied medicine indoor all the year round.

Chuck Bennet, 26 years old, had inherited the superior medical skill from his family, and was known as a medical genius at a young age. Without seeking help from his family, he invested his own deposits in and established Zoria Private Hospital jointly with Harry.

However, he was cold and eccentric. He seldom made friends with others, except those who he admired.

"I'm done." Chuck took his eyes off the medical equipment, and frowned when he noticed that Lola was looking at him.

With hands in the suit pants pockets, Harry nodded at him. Chuck left with his assistants with no more talking.

The ward fell silent. Harry went back to the desk to check documents in the laptop.

"Hey ..., hello." Lola said after thinking about what to say for a long time.

She wanted to continue but stopped on a second thought. Harry was just looking at her without a word.

"What's wrong with me? Did you send me here?"

"You are sick, and I sent you here." Harry gave her a simple answer and focused on his laptop again.

"Thank you. When can I leave hospital?"

"Tomorrow."

The question was, where could she go after leaving hospital? Her grandfather's home? No, it was too far from here in the countryside. How about Wendy's home? Not likely, as her bed was not big enough for both of them to sleep on it.

She could only turn to Zoe. His apartment with two bedrooms was appropriate. She could live there for the moment, and find a job.

Lola then decided to make a phone call to Zoe. But her phone was lost at her evening birthday party.

"Excuse me, sir, can I borrow your phone?" "Though cold, he may be warmhearted since he has saved me" Lola thought.

"Harry Lewis." She was so noisy that he couldn't concentrate on his work. Hence, he shut his laptop down and told her his name.

"What? Hungry?" Lola heard that word indistinctly and blurted them out when her mind wandered, not knowing what he meant.

Harry's face froze a little more with the eyebrows wrinkling very tightly.

He reached Lola in only two or three strides.

"Woman! Remember your husband's name is Harry. Do I need to teach you how to spell it?" Harry announced, gnashing his teeth and bending down with arms on the bed.

"Nonsense. Do you even know me? How dare you call yourself as my husband. We don't even know each other." Lola was a little angry. She would cry that "My man was Mike, not Harry" if it were several days ago.

But then she was accompanied by nobody, but herself.

"Lola, Gemini, graduated from the University of Southern California last month, celebrated her 22nd birthday a few days ago, and slept with her man in Room 888 on the 8th floor of the Peninsula Hotel on the same day..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Lola almost screamed. Who was this guy? Why did he even know she slept with a man?

"You should not interrupt me." He wanted to continue, "You are B-cup, waist size is 70cm, and you have a black mark on your body ..." It didn't look like a born mole, but was made...

Lola sealed his month with her hand mightily, "Can you just shut up? How did you know? Tell me! Did you peep at me while I was bathing?" She glared at him, which was so cute in his eyes.

After Harry gestured towards her hands on his lips, Lola snatched her hands away an

d rubbed them on the quilt as if his lips were not clean.

Harry disdainfully looked at this childish yet stubborn woman, went back to the table, took out pieces of paper from the file, and handed to her.

"A prenuptial agreement?" Lola was confused when she saw the words on the cover and raised her head, while Harry showed a casual and easy facial expression.

"Yes. You robbed me of virginity. You must take responsibility." Harry threw a heavy bomb at her with ease, which made Lola choke on her saliva.

Oh, my god! He was the man in that night! Take responsibility for him? "You took my virginity too, OK? You stole my lines!" Her eyes almost popped out as she could hardly believe that this man was the one she slept with that night! Yes, it was him! Mr. Escort! She really should get out of bed to beat him to death now!

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