The CEO’s Pet Cat

Claude, who was opening the car door, nearly fell to the floor at her question, his incredulous eyes straying to Mia.

“Hey, what kind of look is that?” Mia got uncomfortable all over at this look he was giving her like she was seeing an alien.

“No, I’m just so surprised,” Claude wrapped his arms around his chest, sizing up the woman in front of him seriously to make sure she wasn’t an alien, “you really don’t know who Asher is?”

My God, what remote mountain region did this woman come from?

Mia wrinkled her brow, “Wait, that seems to ring a bell, let me think.”

The name was very familiar, but she couldn’t recall it for a moment.

Claude opened the car door and said helplessly, “Get in.”

It wasn’t until Mia saw the villa Asher was talking about that she felt firsthand what the gap between rich and poor was, and was psychologically and visually shaken to the core.

Mia couldn’t help but feel weak on her feet as she got out of the car, and she slowly turned her stiff neck to ask, “Asher …’s house?”

Responding to her was Claude’s smile.

Mia secretly pinched herself and it was good, it hurt very much, which meant it wasn’t a dream.

Suddenly a bright light flashed through her mind and she remembered, “Asher! The president of Sakushang Global Corporation! That quintessential representative of the super-villain and all-around rich guy!”

Hearing the words she used to describe Asher, Claude couldn’t help but think, are all journalists so cynical?

Just as the two stepped into the main house, an elderly man of about sixty slowly walked over, the villa’s butler.

“Master Xiang, you’re here.” Gentle eyes bent a little when they saw Mia next to him, “This is Miss Luo, right, my young master has been waiting for you for a long time.”

In the villa, Asher, wearing rimless glasses and with his slender legs crossed in front of him, was concentrating on an evening paper in his hand, the only sound in the large living room being the rustle of flipping.

“Young Master, Miss Luo and Master Xiang are here.” The butler’s attitude was respectful.

Asher glanced up at Mia, who was standing a short distance away, “Come here.”

Mia squirmed a little but dutifully walked over as Asher’s finger pointed to the tall glass on the coffee table, “Drink it.”

She stole a glance at Asher, finally sure of herself.

Asher, the CEO of Sakushang Global Corporation, is a golden bachelor, with a wealthy and handsome family, who is very popular with women and has a lot of women coming forward.

No matter which condition one looks at, this man is undoubtedly a big trouble, and it’s a worrying future that he, who has always stayed away from trouble, would personally send it to his door.

She lifted her tall glass and the red liquid flowed down her throat.

After seeing her drink all the liquid, Asher then put down the paper in his hand, “How does it taste?”

“The ’83 French Whirlpool Fairy.” Mia said.

The exact year caused Claude’s eyebrows to rise, the woman wasn’t empty of looks either, it seemed Claude had found a blocker who used her head this time.

A glass of red wine went down and soon Mia felt a strange heat come up and her breathing became labored.

The reporter’s keen nerves made her sense something, and she pursed her lips at the empty glass, her pretty eyes lit up with fire as she stared viciously at the man.

“I can’t believe you drugged me!”

Asher took Mia’s entire reaction in, not reacting to her angry scolding, just looking at her flushed little face and thinking how long she would last.

Taking in his bemused look, she felt an overwhelming sense of anger.

She was forgiving enough for not pursuing him for his molestation at the nightclub, but to think he would dare to do this to her!

“Asher, you bastard!” Thin beads of sweat covered her forehead as Mia curled up on the couch and endured her inner torment.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Asher’s black eyes instantly turned dark and deep as he walked over to Mia and bent down to pick the delicate woman up by the waist.

She reflexively tried to scream, but her voice hardened in her throat when she touched his icy eyes.

Glancing at the woman settling down in his arms, Asher craned his head back to look at Claude, who was full of amusement.

Claude immediately understood, smiled, and said, “Well, don’t look at me, I’ll be gone in a minute.”

He disappeared from the living room as fast as he could.

Satisfied, Asher went upstairs and threw Mia whole on the big, soft bed.

Then the tall body pressed up, along with the cold lips.

Damn! How dare this nasty and uncouth man prey on her kisses again.

She suppressed her already high arousal and crawled out from under the man with difficulty, flustered and straightened her open bodice, glaring at the man in front of her with a wary expression.

This man, he’s clearly a demon!

A look of vulnerability crossed Mia’s stubborn little face, a look that made Asher’s eyes twinkle for a moment as the taller body slowly moved away and the deeply sunken bed returned to its flatness.

Asher straightened his clothes, completely ignoring her shivering form.

“You’re officially ready to go to work.”

Curled up in a ball, Mia’s whole body flushed as he uttered those words, her pale little face turned away from the man in front of her who had made her undignified tonight.

It had just been another test, he had been testing himself from the moment the two had met, and both this and the initial experiment had been to prove one thing, her resistance to lust, and for the results this man had gone so far as to drug her.

A bitter smile crept onto her face, never thought she, Mia, would have this day.

“You will have to endure this every day from now on, you have to be ready for it at all times.” Asher looked at himself in the mirror, “You can’t leave this villa for a month, I’ve taken care of your job.”

Her eyes froze as she looked over to the messy, untidy bed, where a drop of crystalline liquid dripped onto the surface, spreading rapidly around.

“I’m leaving.” Taking a deep breath, Mia forced her voice to remain calm and stubborn.

Asher, still minding his own business, straightened the tie around his neck and glanced through the refraction of the mirror at Mia, who had her head buried deep in her lap.

“You have no choice!” His cold voice, not even the slightest bit emotional, was irresistible.

“I don’t care! I’m leaving! You son of a bitch! Bastard!” Mia was in a broken mood.

A pillow flew head-on and Asher turned back, catching the attacker and calmly tossing it back onto the bed, his gaze cold as he looked at Mia’s small tear-stained face.

“Do you think you have a choice now? It was your choice to come back with me, and there is no room for you to backtrack.”

The icy voice instantly sent Mia to hell, stiffening as she looked at the man in front of her.

Yeah, the orphanage was still in his hands, where was the choice for himself.

Mia’s heart felt like it had been hit hard and she froze violently.

Seeing her quiet, Asher turned to leave the room, “Don’t presume to escape, think about what I’m holding.”

The words made Mia finally lose the strength she had just felt and tears fell silently from her eyes.