Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Unbeknownst to me, while I was focused on the game, Evan was distracted. His gaze fell on my lips, the setting sun painting them with a captivating rosy glow; I was... unguarded.

The pavilion was quiet, only the wind. Evan leaned closer... My heart pounded; I felt a sudden panic. Warm breath touched my cheek, my nose, finally pausing at my lips. His voice, husky and seductive, was carried on the wind, “Even if you don’t answer, I can still eat you, bones and all.”

“...” Changing the rules? I opened my eyes. His handsome face was inches away, the red light making him look demonic. I froze, as if under a spell, my heart and breathing racing. We were so close, our lips almost touching. After a long moment, Evan straightened up, releasing my face. “Too hard to trick,” he said, his gaze on the sunset. Who says the Devil’s Hour is a legend?

I sat weakly on a chair, touching my face, my heart still pounding. His competitive spirit was intense! He’d stop at nothing to win!

The last rays of sunlight were swallowed by darkness; the temperature dropped. Evan turned.“Let’s go. Time to meet the real demons.”

I stood up, thinking I was too shaken to face actual demons. Was this a work injury?

We returned to the villa. At 6:40 PM, we went to Yuan Xinjiang’s villa. I rang the doorbell. Yuan Xinjiang’s secretary, Keller, opened the door.“CEO Jones, please come in.”

Evan didn’t look at her, walking straight in. I smiled at Keller, following her. She led us to a large hall connected to a bamboo forest and a heated pool. The air was thick with smoke, alcohol, and perfume.

Evan frowned slightly.“CEO Jones, you finally came! I was so anxious,” Yuan Xinjiang said, his words overly affectionate, approaching us. He reached for Evan, but Evan dodged him. Yuan Xinjiang looked slightly embarrassed. Evan, seemingly enjoying his discomfort, teased, “Mr. Yuan, you seem lively. Bringing so many friends—you must be exhausted. I heard you couldn’t even get out of bed. Take care of yourself.”

Yuan Xinjiang’s face flushed. That brat, pretending to be pure. He’ll reveal his true colors! He looked at me, a smile on his face.

“Secretary Wen, your CEO doesn’t have a cold today; can he drink?”

playful I smiled professionally. “Mr. Yuan, drinking is the CEO’s choice.”

Yuan Xinjiang:“I’ll get him drunk tonight!” He gestured.“Let’s sit down. I’ll introduce you to my friends.” The so–called VIPS stood up, eager to please. The women, knowing the importance of the guest–young and handsome–stood up, some peeking from the poolside.

I discreetly scanned the room, counting the ten women Xie Rui had mentioned. There were only nine, including Keller. Where was the tenth? I finally saw a pair of slender, pale legs, wearing white sneakers, hidden behind some plants by the pool–

incredibly innocent–looking.

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