Chapter 213
Bogus Billionaire
Kirk pecked her lips. He lightly traced her lips with his tongue, tasting her sweet scent.
Caroline felt even more nervous after seeing his leisurely expression.
Kirk looked at her with a smirk. He crooned, âBe a good girlâ¦â His voice was breathtaking and magnetic, seemingly pulling her into the depths of his heart.
Caroline hugged his arms. She glanced at the moon with blurry eyes. She could see the moon from behind the treetops. It overlooked Caroline and the entire world.
At Pavilion, Daphne kept looking at the time on her watch. Kirk was over an hour late to their meetup.
She slowly frowned. She took out her phone, hesitating to call her manager.
She didnât have Kirkâs number. According to the contract, only Kirk could make arrangements to meet her. She didnât have the right to contact him.
It was at this moment that her phone rang. The call was from an unknown number.
Daphne was overjoyed, and she quickly answered the phone. âMr. Kirk, is that you?â
On the other end of the line, Howard didnât hear her words clearly. He asked with a smile. âExcuse me.
Is this Ms. Daphne Dawson?â
Daphne immediately realized that he wasnât Kirk. She asked cautiously. âAnd you are?â
âOh, my name is Howard Collins.â
Daphneâs eyes widened immediately. She asked in surprise, âHoward Collins, the head of the Collins family, one of the big four families?â
âThatâs right. Hello, Ms. Dawson.â
Daphne tried her best to calm down, but her voice still trembled as she greeted him. âHâhello.â
*When are you free, Ms. Dawson? Letâs have a drink.â
Daphne fidgeted in surprise. This was something she never thought would happen. She sputtered, âUh, I⦠Iâm free anytime.â
Howard said, âThen, letâs arrange a time. Iâll ask my secretary to pick you up.â
âOkay,â Daphne agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Howard frowned slightly.
Seeing this, the butler hurriedly asked, âWhatâs wrong. Mr. Collins? Did it not go well?â
Howard shook his head. As he paced back and forth, he asked, âAre you sure that Daphne is Kirkâs wife?â
âThatâs right. Netizens are going wild about it.â
âBut why do I keep getting the feeling that Kirk wouldnât like someone like her?â
Daphne was just a Dâlist actress. She wasnât what Kirk wanted at all, so why would he like her?
The butler said with a smile, âMr. Collins, Iâve read Daphneâs information as well. She isnât a very beautiful woman. Perhaps thereâs something she excels at.â
Smiling, Howard ordered, âGo and pick a nice place for us. I want to have a nice, long chat with Ms.
Dawson.â
âYes, sir.â The butler left the room after getting instructions.
The next day, Caroline woke up to find Kirk silently watching her with his arm propped up.
She stretched her limbs and asked, âWhy are you up so early?â
+15 BONOS Caroline didnât dare to move another muscle after his words.
Kirk smirked and teased, âWhatâs wrong?â
Caroline glared at him. âYou know the answer to that question.â
Then, she warned him, âI have to go to work today.â
âButâ
âDonât even think about it.â Caroline forcefully cut him off.
Kirk kissed Carolineâs neck again, then turned over and let her go. âFine.â He pouted sadly.
Caroline was dumbfounded at the sight.
She got out of bed to wash up. When she retumed, Kirk was still looking at her with puppy eyes, as if she were an owner who had abandoned her pet.
She squeezed her palms before saying cruelly. âIâm going to work.â
Seeing that she was determined to leave, Kirk sat up. The thin blanket slid off his chest, landing on his muscular abs.
He asked, âWhen are you planning to release the information about your parents?â
Caroline replied, âI need to find a reliable public relations agency first.â
Kirk said without hesitation, âIâll help you find one.â
âYou know people from PR agencies?â
Kirk said, âOf course, the businesses under Morrison Corp must be connected with a PR agency.â
âAll right.â Caroline smiled slightly and thanked him. âThank you.â
âThatâs it? Just a thank you?â Kirk tilted his head with a smirk. It was clear what he wanted her to do.
Caroline said irritably. âIâll treat you to a big meal tonight.â With that, she went downstairs.
However, Kirk keenly noticed that her earlobes were red. Then, he got out of bed happily.
As Kirk was brushing his teeth, he got a call from Charles. âSir, didnât you go to Pavillion last night?â
Kirk paused, and he said halfâheartedly. âNo.â
Charles was speechless at his answer. Kirk had always kept his word. He would have definitely had a purpose in asking Daphne out. If he hadnât shown up, heâd probably gotten caught up in something more important.
âDo you want her to go there again tonight?â Charles asked again.
âNo.â Kirk wiped the water from his face. He had initially wanted to meet Daphne to cause some stir among the public about their relationship.
However, since Caroline had already decided to deal with Sarah, he didnât need to do anything anymore. Besides, he really didnât want to spend time with any woman other than Caroline.
âJust make sure news about my marriage keeps trending. Also, lind a rellable PR agency to help my wife.â
Kirk moved to hang his towel. When he saw the pink towel on the hook, his gaze and tone softened.
âRemember, you canât tell her lasked you to do this!â
It took Charles a full minute and a half to snap back to his senses.
Was he hearing things? Charles couldnât believe his boss could speak so gently. Even he was jealous, thinking about how his boss talked to Caroline so gently every day!
As soon as Caroline entered the company building, she felt countless pairs of eyes staring at her.
+15 BONOS But in real life, she received far more attention from her colleagues than before since someone in their company was involved in this scandal.
Caroline was used to these probing gazes and walked to the elevator calmly. At the elevator entrance, many people avoided her like the plague the moment they saw her.
The elevator happened to arrive at this time, so Caroline walked straight in.
Seeing that the people outside had no intention of getting in with her, she pressed the close button with a slight smile. It was pretty nice to have the elevator to herself during rush hour.