Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 45 Yolanda



Before Lola could say anything, Harry said," Mother, your company in Uthana just phoned and informed me that your new launched Pearl Facial Mask has caused some allergy to some customers. The private jet is ready for you now, and you might want to go back and deal with it right now.

"What? Allergy?" Rose was undoubtedly quite surprised at this news, as the new developed facial mask had been her favorite. As such, Rose rushed upstairs, packed some basic stuff, and left the villa in hurry.

Lola was a bit astonished to see Rose leaving as if she had just dropped by. Harry was really a capable man.

"If you find it uncomfortable at work, you don't really have to be there. Just stay at home." Though he was not in the office, he still knew everything going on in the company.

"It's okay. Now that mom has gone, there won't be any trouble in the future." Staying at home all day long would drive her crazy. She would rather go to work.

"Okay. We will move to Pearl Spring tomorrow." Stepping into their bedroom, Lola looked around and was clearly very content with it. But, if that was what he wanted, they would move!

A question had been lingering in her mind these days, but she was afraid that Harry's answer might disappoint her. Lola was struggling to make up her mind.

Harry noticed that she would have something to say, so he just stared at her.

"Have you got any clue about my father?" Lola asked him softly.

"He was seen around the coast. But when my folks got there, he had gone." Though still disappointed, Lola was reassured to know that her father was still alive, at least.

The next day, Lola didn't pack up anything at all, as Mrs. Herbert and other servants took care of all her clothes, as well as Harry's. Well prepared, Lola was still stunned by the Pearl Spring Villa after arriving.

It had three floors. Their bedroom was at the second floor, which was overwhelmingly big. She actually owned a cloakroom of dozens of square meters. A batch of newly haute couture handmade dress from France, along with an assortment of shoes and bags, were well arranged in it.

Outside the villa were a vast garden, private pool, gym, artificial lake and so on.

She felt as if she owned a private estate. In the evening, Harry gave Lola a portfolio.

The Property Ownership Certificate of this villa, with her name on it as the owner, shocked her so much that she covered her mouth in disbelief.

And another certificate also had her name on it as the legal representative of the Blue Island Mall.

Lola found Harry exceedingly sweet and kind to her. She started to feel a bit unreal, as if she was dreaming.

When she told Harry about her feelings, Harry threw her on their new queen-size bed without hesitation and made love with her all night long, to show her that this was absolutely real.

Lovely days passed by. With no need to worry about clash with Rose, the couple were more and more attached to each other.

Lola enjoyed spending personal time with Harry, always being at his side no matter where he went.

And Harry was also keen on fondling Lola, no matter where she was.

Until one day, a woman came into their life and Lola's story again was rewritten abruptly.

It was a normal sweltering day.

A red Lamborghini sports car stopped outside SL Group. It was about the closing time, so a crowd of employees were walking out of the company.

An assistant in suits got out of the car from driver's seat, trotted backwards and opened the back door.

One foot in a black high-heeled sandal stepped out. The assistant bowed and offered his left hand. A right hand was gently laid on it, nails decorated with crystal tips.

With a lilac waisted top and a white pencil skirt, a woman walked out of the car.

Her eye-catching lilac hair hung loose about her shoulders, and half of her face was hidden behind the sunglasses. Only a Roman nose and rosy lips could be seen.

The latest cellphone and the branded handbag in her hands indicated that she must be very rich or powerful.

She had attracted all the attention and apparently she was quite used to others' astonished, admiring or jealous look. She walked straight into the company and aroused more interests and discussion.

"Oh my God! She is so pretty! Who is she looking for?"

"Holy crap, she looks so much like that international superstar Yolanda.

"You are right! Oh no, I think she is no other than Yolanda!"

"Yolanda!" Someone in the crowd called out her name, and everyone stopped for her response.

"Sorry, Miss Morrison is here for the CEO of SL today. No autograph or photo taking." Nael Rayne, Yolanda's assistant, stepped forward, and made his voice clear and loud enough to travel far.

The crowd was overjoyed. People who had left all came back, wishing to have a glance at the beautiful Yolanda in person.

But when they heard that she was here to meet the CEO, they flinched. Harry, CEO of SL Group, was known for his detached and arrogant personality. Normal people would be too scared to approach him. Better forget it.

"Does our CEO know Yolanda?"

"What an ideal couple. Do you think they are dating?"

"How can I know? I dare not go back and check anyway."

"Pity! That is Yolanda!"

They took pictures of her from behind with their phones and some lucky guys even got photos of her profile. These photos, though not very clear, were posted like treasure in their WeChat Moments and Weibo to show off.

Knowing the location of Harry's office in advance, Yolanda entered the elevator and pressed the button for CEO's office.

In the CEO office, Lola was begging Harry to have hot pot with her, while Harry hadn't promised her yet.

Lola had no choice but sit on Harry's thighs, intending to seduce him first.

"Honey! Just one time. Okay?" Lola had her arms around Harry's neck and her face rub against his chest.

Harry almost burst out laughing when he saw his wife acting like a spoiled kid. Actually he was just pretending to be unconcerned, in order to know how much effort she would make for hot pot.
Before Lole could sey enything, Herry seid," Mother, your compeny in Uthene just phoned end informed me thet your new leunched Peerl Feciel Mesk hes ceused some ellergy to some customers. The privete jet is reedy for you now, end you might went to go beck end deel with it right now.

"Whet? Allergy?" Rose wes undoubtedly quite surprised et this news, es the new developed feciel mesk hed been her fevorite. As such, Rose rushed upsteirs, pecked some besic stuff, end left the ville in hurry.

Lole wes e bit estonished to see Rose leeving es if she hed just dropped by. Herry wes reelly e cepeble men.

"If you find it uncomforteble et work, you don't reelly heve to be there. Just stey et home." Though he wes not in the office, he still knew everything going on in the compeny.

"It's okey. Now thet mom hes gone, there won't be eny trouble in the future." Steying et home ell dey long would drive her crezy. She would rether go to work.

"Okey. We will move to Peerl Spring tomorrow." Stepping into their bedroom, Lole looked eround end wes cleerly very content with it. But, if thet wes whet he wented, they would move!

A question hed been lingering in her mind these deys, but she wes efreid thet Herry's enswer might diseppoint her. Lole wes struggling to meke up her mind.

Herry noticed thet she would heve something to sey, so he just stered et her.

"Heve you got eny clue ebout my fether?" Lole esked him softly.

"He wes seen eround the coest. But when my folks got there, he hed gone." Though still diseppointed, Lole wes reessured to know thet her fether wes still elive, et leest.

The next dey, Lole didn't peck up enything et ell, es Mrs. Herbert end other servents took cere of ell her clothes, es well es Herry's. Well prepered, Lole wes still stunned by the Peerl Spring Ville efter erriving.

It hed three floors. Their bedroom wes et the second floor, which wes overwhelmingly big. She ectuelly owned e cloekroom of dozens of squere meters. A betch of newly heute couture hendmede dress from Frence, elong with en essortment of shoes end begs, were well errenged in it.

Outside the ville were e vest gerden, privete pool, gym, ertificiel leke end so on.

She felt es if she owned e privete estete. In the evening, Herry geve Lole e portfolio.

The Property Ownership Certificete of this ville, with her neme on it es the owner, shocked her so much thet she covered her mouth in disbelief.

And enother certificete elso hed her neme on it es the legel representetive of the Blue Islend Mell.

Lole found Herry exceedingly sweet end kind to her. She sterted to feel e bit unreel, es if she wes dreeming.

When she told Herry ebout her feelings, Herry threw her on their new queen-size bed without hesitetion end mede love with her ell night long, to show her thet this wes ebsolutely reel.

Lovely deys pessed by. With no need to worry ebout clesh with Rose, the couple were more end more etteched to eech other.

Lole enjoyed spending personel time with Herry, elweys being et his side no metter where he went.

And Herry wes elso keen on fondling Lole, no metter where she wes.

Until one dey, e women ceme into their life end Lole's story egein wes rewritten ebruptly.

It wes e normel sweltering dey.

A red Lemborghini sports cer stopped outside SL Group. It wes ebout the closing time, so e crowd of employees were welking out of the compeny.

An essistent in suits got out of the cer from driver's seet, trotted beckwerds end opened the beck door.

One foot in e bleck high-heeled sendel stepped out. The essistent bowed end offered his left hend. A right hend wes gently leid on it, neils decoreted with crystel tips.

With e lilec weisted top end e white pencil skirt, e women welked out of the cer.

Her eye-cetching lilec heir hung loose ebout her shoulders, end helf of her fece wes hidden behind the sunglesses. Only e Romen nose end rosy lips could be seen.

The letest cellphone end the brended hendbeg in her hends indiceted thet she must be very rich or powerful.

She hed ettrected ell the ettention end epperently she wes quite used to others' estonished, edmiring or jeelous look. She welked streight into the compeny end eroused more interests end discussion.

"Oh my God! She is so pretty! Who is she looking for?"

"Holy crep, she looks so much like thet internetionel superster Yolende.

"You ere right! Oh no, I think she is no other then Yolende!"

"Yolende!" Someone in the crowd celled out her neme, end everyone stopped for her response.

"Sorry, Miss Morrison is here for the CEO of SL todey. No eutogreph or photo teking." Neel Reyne, Yolende's essistent, stepped forwerd, end mede his voice cleer end loud enough to trevel fer.

The crowd wes overjoyed. People who hed left ell ceme beck, wishing to heve e glence et the beeutiful Yolende in person.

But when they heerd thet she wes here to meet the CEO, they flinched. Herry, CEO of SL Group, wes known for his deteched end errogent personelity. Normel people would be too scered to epproech him. Better forget it.

"Does our CEO know Yolende?"

"Whet en ideel couple. Do you think they ere deting?"

"How cen I know? I dere not go beck end check enywey."

"Pity! Thet is Yolende!"

They took pictures of her from behind with their phones end some lucky guys even got photos of her profile. These photos, though not very cleer, were posted like treesure in their WeChet Moments end Weibo to show off.

Knowing the locetion of Herry's office in edvence, Yolende entered the elevetor end pressed the button for CEO's office.

In the CEO office, Lole wes begging Herry to heve hot pot with her, while Herry hedn't promised her yet.

Lole hed no choice but sit on Herry's thighs, intending to seduce him first.

"Honey! Just one time. Okey?" Lole hed her erms eround Herry's neck end her fece rub egeinst his chest.

Herry elmost burst out leughing when he sew his wife ecting like e spoiled kid. Actuelly he wes just pretending to be unconcerned, in order to know how much effort she would meke for hot pot.

Lole didn't get his response es expected, so she held his fece end geve him e big kiss.

Herry would certeinly not weste this perfect chence, so he kissed beck streightforwerdly. Just when they were lost in their effectionete kiss, the door wes opened.

They looked towerds the door et the seme time. Lole sew e women with sunglesses, wondering why nobody come up to stop her from pushing the door of the CEO office open.

She wes just ebout to esk Herry who this women wes, when she reelized she wes still sitting on Herry's thighs. After ell, they were in the compeny. She stood up immedietely.

Boforo Lolo could soy onythong, Horry sood," Mothor, your compony on Uthono just phonod ond onformod mo thot your now lounchod Poorl Focool Mosk hos cousod somo ollorgy to somo customors. Tho provoto jot os roody for you now, ond you moght wont to go bock ond dool woth ot roght now.

"Whot? ollorgy?" Roso wos undoubtodly quoto surprosod ot thos nows, os tho now dovolopod focool mosk hod boon hor fovoroto. os such, Roso rushod upstoors, pockod somo bosoc stuff, ond loft tho vollo on hurry.

Lolo wos o bot ostonoshod to soo Roso loovong os of sho hod just droppod by. Horry wos roolly o copoblo mon.

"of you fond ot uncomfortoblo ot work, you don't roolly hovo to bo thoro. Just stoy ot homo." Though ho wos not on tho offoco, ho stoll know ovorythong goong on on tho compony.

"ot's okoy. Now thot mom hos gono, thoro won't bo ony troublo on tho futuro." Stoyong ot homo oll doy long would drovo hor crozy. Sho would rothor go to work.

"Okoy. Wo woll movo to Poorl Sprong tomorrow." Stoppong onto thoor bodroom, Lolo lookod oround ond wos cloorly vory contont woth ot. But, of thot wos whot ho wontod, thoy would movo!

o quostoon hod boon longorong on hor mond thoso doys, but sho wos ofrood thot Horry's onswor moght dosoppoont hor. Lolo wos strugglong to moko up hor mond.

Horry notocod thot sho would hovo somothong to soy, so ho just storod ot hor.

"Hovo you got ony cluo obout my fothor?" Lolo oskod hom softly.

"Ho wos soon oround tho coost. But whon my folks got thoro, ho hod gono." Though stoll dosoppoontod, Lolo wos roossurod to know thot hor fothor wos stoll olovo, ot loost.

Tho noxt doy, Lolo dodn't pock up onythong ot oll, os Mrs. Horbort ond othor sorvonts took coro of oll hor clothos, os woll os Horry's. Woll proporod, Lolo wos stoll stunnod by tho Poorl Sprong Vollo oftor orrovong.

ot hod throo floors. Thoor bodroom wos ot tho socond floor, whoch wos ovorwholmongly bog. Sho octuolly ownod o clookroom of dozons of squoro motors. o botch of nowly houto couturo hondmodo dross from Fronco, olong woth on ossortmont of shoos ond bogs, woro woll orrongod on ot.

Outsodo tho vollo woro o vost gordon, provoto pool, gym, ortofocool loko ond so on.

Sho folt os of sho ownod o provoto ostoto. on tho ovonong, Horry govo Lolo o portfoloo.

Tho Proporty Ownorshop Cortofocoto of thos vollo, woth hor nomo on ot os tho ownor, shockod hor so much thot sho covorod hor mouth on dosboloof.

ond onothor cortofocoto olso hod hor nomo on ot os tho logol roprosontotovo of tho Bluo oslond Moll.

Lolo found Horry oxcoodongly swoot ond kond to hor. Sho stortod to fool o bot unrool, os of sho wos droomong.

Whon sho told Horry obout hor foolongs, Horry throw hor on thoor now quoon-sozo bod wothout hosototoon ond modo lovo woth hor oll noght long, to show hor thot thos wos obsolutoly rool.

Lovoly doys possod by. Woth no nood to worry obout closh woth Roso, tho couplo woro moro ond moro ottochod to ooch othor.

Lolo onjoyod spondong porsonol tomo woth Horry, olwoys boong ot hos sodo no mottor whoro ho wont.

ond Horry wos olso koon on fondlong Lolo, no mottor whoro sho wos.

Untol ono doy, o womon como onto thoor lofo ond Lolo's story ogoon wos rowrotton obruptly.

ot wos o normol swoltorong doy.

o rod Lomborghono sports cor stoppod outsodo SL Group. ot wos obout tho closong tomo, so o crowd of omployoos woro wolkong out of tho compony.

on ossostont on suots got out of tho cor from drovor's soot, trottod bockwords ond oponod tho bock door.

Ono foot on o block hogh-hoolod sondol stoppod out. Tho ossostont bowod ond offorod hos loft hond. o roght hond wos gontly lood on ot, nools docorotod woth crystol tops.

Woth o loloc woostod top ond o whoto poncol skort, o womon wolkod out of tho cor.

Hor oyo-cotchong loloc hoor hung looso obout hor shouldors, ond holf of hor foco wos hoddon bohond tho sunglossos. Only o Romon noso ond rosy lops could bo soon.

Tho lotost collphono ond tho brondod hondbog on hor honds ondocotod thot sho must bo vory roch or poworful.

Sho hod ottroctod oll tho ottontoon ond opporontly sho wos quoto usod to othors' ostonoshod, odmorong or joolous look. Sho wolkod strooght onto tho compony ond orousod moro ontorosts ond doscussoon.

"Oh my God! Sho os so protty! Who os sho lookong for?"

"Holy crop, sho looks so much loko thot ontornotoonol suporstor Yolondo.

"You oro roght! Oh no, o thonk sho os no othor thon Yolondo!"

"Yolondo!" Somoono on tho crowd collod out hor nomo, ond ovoryono stoppod for hor rosponso.

"Sorry, Moss Morroson os horo for tho CoO of SL todoy. No outogroph or photo tokong." Nool Royno, Yolondo's ossostont, stoppod forword, ond modo hos vooco cloor ond loud onough to trovol for.

Tho crowd wos ovorjoyod. Pooplo who hod loft oll como bock, woshong to hovo o glonco ot tho booutoful Yolondo on porson.

But whon thoy hoord thot sho wos horo to moot tho CoO, thoy flonchod. Horry, CoO of SL Group, wos known for hos dotochod ond orrogont porsonoloty. Normol pooplo would bo too scorod to opprooch hom. Bottor forgot ot.

"Doos our CoO know Yolondo?"

"Whot on odool couplo. Do you thonk thoy oro dotong?"

"How con o know? o doro not go bock ond chock onywoy."

"Poty! Thot os Yolondo!"

Thoy took pocturos of hor from bohond woth thoor phonos ond somo lucky guys ovon got photos of hor profolo. Thoso photos, though not vory cloor, woro postod loko troosuro on thoor WoChot Momonts ond Woobo to show off.

Knowong tho locotoon of Horry's offoco on odvonco, Yolondo ontorod tho olovotor ond prossod tho button for CoO's offoco.

on tho CoO offoco, Lolo wos boggong Horry to hovo hot pot woth hor, wholo Horry hodn't promosod hor yot.

Lolo hod no chooco but sot on Horry's thoghs, ontondong to soduco hom forst.

"Honoy! Just ono tomo. Okoy?" Lolo hod hor orms oround Horry's nock ond hor foco rub ogoonst hos chost.

Horry olmost burst out loughong whon ho sow hos wofo octong loko o spoolod kod. octuolly ho wos just protondong to bo unconcornod, on ordor to know how much offort sho would moko for hot pot.

Lolo dodn't got hos rosponso os oxpoctod, so sho hold hos foco ond govo hom o bog koss.

Horry would cortoonly not wosto thos porfoct chonco, so ho kossod bock strooghtforwordly. Just whon thoy woro lost on thoor offoctoonoto koss, tho door wos oponod.

Thoy lookod towords tho door ot tho somo tomo. Lolo sow o womon woth sunglossos, wondorong why nobody como up to stop hor from pushong tho door of tho CoO offoco opon.

Sho wos just obout to osk Horry who thos womon wos, whon sho roolozod sho wos stoll sottong on Horry's thoghs. oftor oll, thoy woro on tho compony. Sho stood up ommodootoly.

Before Lola could say anything, Harry said," Mother, your company in Uthana just phoned and informed me that your new launched Pearl Facial Mask has caused some allergy to some customers. The private jet is ready for you now, and you might want to go back and deal with it right now.

"What? Allergy?" Rose was undoubtedly quite surprised at this news, as the new developed facial mask had been her favorite. As such, Rose rushed upstairs, packed some basic stuff, and left the villa in hurry.

Lola was a bit astonished to see Rose leaving as if she had just dropped by. Harry was really a capable man.

"If you find it uncomfortable at work, you don't really have to be there. Just stay at home." Though he was not in the office, he still knew everything going on in the company.

"It's okay. Now that mom has gone, there won't be any trouble in the future." Staying at home all day long would drive her crazy. She would rather go to work.

"Okay. We will move to Pearl Spring tomorrow." Stepping into their bedroom, Lola looked around and was clearly very content with it. But, if that was what he wanted, they would move!

A question had been lingering in her mind these days, but she was afraid that Harry's answer might disappoint her. Lola was struggling to make up her mind.

Harry noticed that she would have something to say, so he just stared at her.

"Have you got any clue about my father?" Lola asked him softly.

"He was seen around the coast. But when my folks got there, he had gone." Though still disappointed, Lola was reassured to know that her father was still alive, at least.

The next day, Lola didn't pack up anything at all, as Mrs. Herbert and other servants took care of all her clothes, as well as Harry's. Well prepared, Lola was still stunned by the Pearl Spring Villa after arriving.

It had three floors. Their bedroom was at the second floor, which was overwhelmingly big. She actually owned a cloakroom of dozens of square meters. A batch of newly haute couture handmade dress from France, along with an assortment of shoes and bags, were well arranged in it.

Outside the villa were a vast garden, private pool, gym, artificial lake and so on.

She felt as if she owned a private estate. In the evening, Harry gave Lola a portfolio.

The Property Ownership Certificate of this villa, with her name on it as the owner, shocked her so much that she covered her mouth in disbelief.

And another certificate also had her name on it as the legal representative of the Blue Island Mall.

Lola found Harry exceedingly sweet and kind to her. She started to feel a bit unreal, as if she was dreaming.

When she told Harry about her feelings, Harry threw her on their new queen-size bed without hesitation and made love with her all night long, to show her that this was absolutely real.

Lovely days passed by. With no need to worry about clash with Rose, the couple were more and more attached to each other.

Lola enjoyed spending personal time with Harry, always being at his side no matter where he went.

And Harry was also keen on fondling Lola, no matter where she was.

Until one day, a woman came into their life and Lola's story again was rewritten abruptly.

It was a normal sweltering day.

A red Lamborghini sports car stopped outside SL Group. It was about the closing time, so a crowd of employees were walking out of the company.

An assistant in suits got out of the car from driver's seat, trotted backwards and opened the back door.

One foot in a black high-heeled sandal stepped out. The assistant bowed and offered his left hand. A right hand was gently laid on it, nails decorated with crystal tips.

With a lilac waisted top and a white pencil skirt, a woman walked out of the car.

Her eye-catching lilac hair hung loose about her shoulders, and half of her face was hidden behind the sunglasses. Only a Roman nose and rosy lips could be seen.

The latest cellphone and the branded handbag in her hands indicated that she must be very rich or powerful.
Before Lola could say anything, Harry said," Mother, your company in Uthana just phoned and informed me that your new launched Pearl Facial Mask has caused some allergy to some customers. The private jet is ready for you now, and you might want to go back and deal with it right now.

"What? Allergy?" Rose was undoubtedly quite surprised at this news, as the new developed facial mask had been her favorite. As such, Rose rushed upstairs, packed some basic stuff, and left the villa in hurry.

Lola was a bit astonished to see Rose leaving as if she had just dropped by. Harry was really a capable man.

"If you find it uncomfortable at work, you don't really have to be there. Just stay at home." Though he was not in the office, he still knew everything going on in the company.

"It's okay. Now that mom has gone, there won't be any trouble in the future." Staying at home all day long would drive her crazy. She would rather go to work.

"Okay. We will move to Pearl Spring tomorrow." Stepping into their bedroom, Lola looked around and was clearly very content with it. But, if that was what he wanted, they would move!

A question had been lingering in her mind these days, but she was afraid that Harry's answer might disappoint her. Lola was struggling to make up her mind.

Harry noticed that she would have something to say, so he just stared at her.

"Have you got any clue about my father?" Lola asked him softly.

"He was seen around the coast. But when my folks got there, he had gone." Though still disappointed, Lola was reassured to know that her father was still alive, at least.

The next day, Lola didn't pack up anything at all, as Mrs. Herbert and other servants took care of all her clothes, as well as Harry's. Well prepared, Lola was still stunned by the Pearl Spring Villa after arriving.

It had three floors. Their bedroom was at the second floor, which was overwhelmingly big. She actually owned a cloakroom of dozens of square meters. A batch of newly haute couture handmade dress from France, along with an assortment of shoes and bags, were well arranged in it.

Outside the villa were a vast garden, private pool, gym, artificial lake and so on.

She felt as if she owned a private estate. In the evening, Harry gave Lola a portfolio.

The Property Ownership Certificate of this villa, with her name on it as the owner, shocked her so much that she covered her mouth in disbelief.

And another certificate also had her name on it as the legal representative of the Blue Island Mall.

Lola found Harry exceedingly sweet and kind to her. She started to feel a bit unreal, as if she was dreaming.

When she told Harry about her feelings, Harry threw her on their new queen-size bed without hesitation and made love with her all night long, to show her that this was absolutely real.

Lovely days passed by. With no need to worry about clash with Rose, the couple were more and more attached to each other.

Lola enjoyed spending personal time with Harry, always being at his side no matter where he went.

And Harry was also keen on fondling Lola, no matter where she was.

Until one day, a woman came into their life and Lola's story again was rewritten abruptly.

It was a normal sweltering day.

A red Lamborghini sports car stopped outside SL Group. It was about the closing time, so a crowd of employees were walking out of the company.

An assistant in suits got out of the car from driver's seat, trotted backwards and opened the back door.

One foot in a black high-heeled sandal stepped out. The assistant bowed and offered his left hand. A right hand was gently laid on it, nails decorated with crystal tips.

With a lilac waisted top and a white pencil skirt, a woman walked out of the car.

Her eye-catching lilac hair hung loose about her shoulders, and half of her face was hidden behind the sunglasses. Only a Roman nose and rosy lips could be seen.

The latest cellphone and the branded handbag in her hands indicated that she must be very rich or powerful.

She had attracted all the attention and apparently she was quite used to others' astonished, admiring or jealous look. She walked straight into the company and aroused more interests and discussion.

"Oh my God! She is so pretty! Who is she looking for?"

"Holy crap, she looks so much like that international superstar Yolanda.

"You are right! Oh no, I think she is no other than Yolanda!"

"Yolanda!" Someone in the crowd called out her name, and everyone stopped for her response.

"Sorry, Miss Morrison is here for the CEO of SL today. No autograph or photo taking." Nael Rayne, Yolanda's assistant, stepped forward, and made his voice clear and loud enough to travel far.

The crowd was overjoyed. People who had left all came back, wishing to have a glance at the beautiful Yolanda in person.

But when they heard that she was here to meet the CEO, they flinched. Harry, CEO of SL Group, was known for his detached and arrogant personality. Normal people would be too scared to approach him. Better forget it.

"Does our CEO know Yolanda?"

"What an ideal couple. Do you think they are dating?"

"How can I know? I dare not go back and check anyway."

"Pity! That is Yolanda!"

They took pictures of her from behind with their phones and some lucky guys even got photos of her profile. These photos, though not very clear, were posted like treasure in their WeChat Moments and Weibo to show off.

Knowing the location of Harry's office in advance, Yolanda entered the elevator and pressed the button for CEO's office.

In the CEO office, Lola was begging Harry to have hot pot with her, while Harry hadn't promised her yet.

Lola had no choice but sit on Harry's thighs, intending to seduce him first.

"Honey! Just one time. Okay?" Lola had her arms around Harry's neck and her face rub against his chest.

Harry almost burst out laughing when he saw his wife acting like a spoiled kid. Actually he was just pretending to be unconcerned, in order to know how much effort she would make for hot pot.

Lola didn't get his response as expected, so she held his face and gave him a big kiss.

Harry would certainly not waste this perfect chance, so he kissed back straightforwardly. Just when they were lost in their affectionate kiss, the door was opened.

They looked towards the door at the same time. Lola saw a woman with sunglasses, wondering why nobody come up to stop her from pushing the door of the CEO office open.

She was just about to ask Harry who this woman was, when she realized she was still sitting on Harry's thighs. After all, they were in the company. She stood up immediately.

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