The Sweet Plunder Of CEO

Lambert's voice was like a dagger, easily shattering Nicole's stubborn facade.

She stared at his hand. It was slender, white, and powerful. It was these same beautiful hands that used to grab her neck fiercely. Even though Nicole would struggle and beg him, he would only squint at her coldly. She had longed to feel his hands on her, but after all these years, it was her sister who settled in his arms. Back then, Lambert had held the daughter of the mistress possessively in front of Nicole. "This is the woman I love. If you do anything to her, I will ensure you have a miserable life," he had sworn.

'Why did God have to give me such an awful man as my first love? It looks like I have come to this reunion party just to humiliate myself!'

Nicole looked at Lambert frostily. Then she picked up her old bag from the sofa and walked out silently.

"Do you hate my face that much?" Lambert asked with a wicked smile.

Samuel hurriedly went to them to smooth things over. "Dear Nicole, it's an honor for us to have Mr. Lambert attend this party, and it's also rare for us to have you here. Let's sit down and catch up. After all, we haven't talked much at this reunion!"

"If you have invited me here just to see this bastard's face, it's not necessary! Samuel, since we have been classmates for several years, I don't want to be rude. Thank you for your hospitality!"

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and needs to be taken care of. Your younger brother is a black sheep. You work in the E Venture Capital Company. As a low-level salesperson, your basic salary is 1500 dollars. After deducting housing funds and insurance like endowment, medical, unemployment, employment injury, and maternity, the rest of your salary is just 900 dollars. Your performance for the last three consecutive months has been zero and you are in danger of losing your job. You are 26 years old and your bank balance is less than a thousand dollars. Nicole, what

frustration, she raised her head and

was a nobleman and Nicole was a poor bumpkin to be trampled under his

want to do. I can see the rage in your eyes. I can still give you a chance to understand what you should

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close to him and whispered gently in her ear, "Play a game with me. If you win, I will let you do whatever you

to free herself from his grasp while Lambert continued, "Didn't you use

he was with his angular face and captivating eyes, she detested him. She was fighting the urge to slap him or

Her voice was bitter, but it held a hint of anticipation. She said in a low voice, "If I

my promise?" Lambert stroked

money. But what excites me more than money is the chance to slap him and throw the bottle of wine at his head. I am