Chapter 172

Chapter 172:

Not far away, two women stood together, their heads lowered as they whispered about Andrew. One of the women, her eyes wide with surprise, covered her mouth to stifle a gasp. Beside her, the other woman stood taller, her presence seductive. She was a vision of beauty, and her smile could light up a room. “It seems this task won’t be as dull as I thought,” she said, giggling.

The first woman frowned, her voice tinged with concern. “But this man… he seems impossible to control.” He was tall, impossibly handsome, and exuded wealth and power—a rare combination that would daunt most. But the seductive woman merely chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous blend of confidence and mischief. “Do you think I’ll fail?” she purred, her tone dripping with ambition.

The challenge to conquer such a man only fueled her excitement further. The fat and flabby men she’d dealt with in the past, with their egos and pathetic attempts at charm, were beneath her. With a final glance at her companion, the seductive beauty picked up a plate and sauntered toward Andrew. As she drew near, she suddenly feigned a misstep, her ankle twisting, and the contents of the plate tumbled onto Andrew’s pristine suit.

“Ah! I’m so sorry, handsome!” she exclaimed, her voice a perfect blend of guilt and flirtation. Her face, though coquettish, held an innocence in her wide, shimmering eyes that could make anyone forget about the world. She pulled out a tissue, dabbing delicately at Andrew’s shirt. “Your clothes look so expensive. I feel awful. How about you let me take care of them? I’ll wash them and return them to you, good as new.”

Andrew’s chiseled face remained impassive, his voice cold as he responded, “No need.”

“But, sir, I really feel so guilty. Please, let me make it up to you.” The seductive woman leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling like stars. “I promise I’ll give your shirt back after I’ve washed it.”

“No need,” Andrew repeated, his tone unwavering.

“Well, if you say so…” Being rejected once was one thing, but to be rejected twice was humiliating. Seeing that her advances were being firmly rebuffed, the woman offered a small, resigned smile before turning away and leaving.

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Seconds later, Andrew had already forgotten about her, his attention returning to Madisyn. When he looked at her, the steeliness in his eyes softened, replaced by an undeniable tenderness and a hint of reluctance. “We’re going to be apart soon. Will you miss me, Madisyn?” he asked, looking like a clingy child, his voice tinged with vulnerability that no one would ever associate with the decisive CEO of Klein Group.

Madisyn’s lips curved into a gentle smile as she replied, “Of course I will.”

Andrew’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction, a sexy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I’ll miss you too,” he whispered, his eyes filled with affection.

“Hey, handsome,” purred a sultry voice, abruptly interrupting their tender moment. The woman from earlier had returned, her eyes brimming with flirtatious intent. “To make up for my clumsiness, let me treat you to some cake.” She placed the cake in front of Andrew, her fingers lingering a moment too long on the plate.

“No, thanks.” Andrew’s voice was as cold as the chill in the air, his rejection slicing through her offer like a blade. The woman bit her lip, clearly not used to being turned down, let alone three times in a row.

Her gaze shifted to Madisyn, who sat across from Andrew. The woman’s eyes narrowed as realization dawned on her. So that was why he kept rejecting her—it was because he had a girlfriend!

“Hey, handsome, is this your girlfriend?” she cooed, her voice dripping with faux innocence as she glanced at Madisyn. “Miss, I only offered him cake because I accidentally stained his clothes earlier. It was purely innocent, I assure you. Please don’t misunderstand.”

Her affected tone made Madisyn’s stomach churn. She fought the urge to roll her eyes, disgust curling in her chest. Just as she was about to respond, Andrew spoke first, his patience wearing thin. “It has nothing to do with my girlfriend,” he replied, irritation seeping into his voice.

“I just don’t want to accept your things.” His words were a final, firm dismissal.

“Please leave.” The woman’s eyes widened in shock, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. No man had ever rejected her like this before. Intrigued, she flashed a calculating smile, her interest piqued. This man was a challenge—a rare find in a world where she was used to having men wrapped around her finger. However, she firmly believed that there wasn’t a man in this world who wouldn’t cheat if given the chance.

“Alright, I’ll be on my way,” she said with an exaggerated pout. As she passed by Andrew, she slipped a card into his pocket, her movements sly and subtle.

Madisyn stirred her porridge, a smirk playing on her lips. “Mr. Klein, you certainly attract a lot of attention.”

“Women like her are always after something,” Andrew replied indifferently. Unexpectedly, Andrew saw right through the woman’s ploy at a glance. Madisyn couldn’t help but chuckle, giving Andrew an approving nod. “You’re sharp, Mr. Klein. Very sharp.”

When Andrew caught the mischievous glint in Madisyn’s eyes, his heart swelled with affection. With a smirk, he pulled the card from his pocket, ready to toss it aside, but Madisyn’s hand shot out, stopping him. “Give it to me,” she demanded, her tone playful yet firm.

Andrew blinked in surprise. “What?”

“Since she’s so hell-bent on doing something to you, then it’s only fair you get your revenge,” Madisyn said, her lips curling into a wicked grin. She could be fiercely protective. No one could mess with her man and get away with it.

Andrew handed over the card, his curiosity piqued. “What are you planning?”

Madisyn’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in close and whispered, “You’ll find out soon enough.” She winked, leaving Andrew both amused and mystified.

After a cozy breakfast together, Madisyn drove Andrew to the airport, kissing him goodbye before heading to the office. The atmosphere at work was unusually quiet. Even Liza, who usually had a lot to say, seemed preoccupied, likely busy lining her pockets with kickbacks.

The ever-watchful Madisyn kept tabs on everything from the shadows, and meanwhile, she posted the seductive woman’s name card on a website she knew would do the trick.

Across town, the seductive woman, Abigail Watson, left the hotel with her friend. They had a class to attend—one that taught them the art of seduction. Finding sugar daddies or men they could extort was their primary source of income.

As the class wrapped up, her friend, brimming with curiosity, asked, “So, did that man contact you, Abigail?” Abigail’s brow furrowed in frustration. She hadn’t received any messages or even a friend request. Was she really going to lose this opportunity?

Just as doubt began to creep in, a notification popped up—a new friend request on WhatsApp. A sly smile spread across her lips as she exclaimed, “Here it is! I told you, no matter how perfect a man seems, he’s bound to cheat.”

Her friend’s eyes widened with envy. “Oh my God, that guy’s quite the catch. If you can get him, it’ll set you up for life.”

“I know, right?” Abigail mused, her mind already spinning with possibilities. They both knew this life wouldn’t last forever. Someday, when the allure of youth faded, the money would dry up. But if Abigail could snare a wealthy husband now, she could secure a future of luxury, far from the life they currently led.

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