CEO’s Seduction Trap

Leila’s hand on the access code pad paused, and she turned around.

Mason looked down at her from his taller position. “Didn’t we settle things?” he said, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

Leila raised her eyes to meet his, as if assessing the truth behind his words.

After a moment, she curved her lips. “Mr. Ramirez, hello.”

Mason smirked. “Hello.”

Leila maintained the demeanor of a subordinate, watching Mason enter his room before turning to open her own door.

Walking into her room, Leila grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and took a few sips, lost in thought.

Maybe Mason was indeed letting her off the hook, as he said. With his status, he didn’t need to cling onto her.

Thinking this through, Leila gradually eased the tension in her heart. Finally, life returned to normal. Both parties signed the contract smoothly, and to celebrate the successful signing, the head of Ascend Group in East City organized a celebration dinner.

It was obvious who the main guest was supposed to be.

Unfortunately, after signing the contract, Mason left East City overnight.

With Mason gone, the head of Ascend Group also skipped the celebration dinner, leaving it all to Cindy.

As the celebration ended, everyone gradually returned to their respective floors.

Cindy and Leila were on the same floor, so they rode the elevator together. Cindy leaned against the elevator wall, looking at Leila provocatively. “Do you know about Mr. Ramirez’s fiancee?”

As Cindy spoke, Leila glanced at her but remained silent.

Seeing her silence, Cindy assumed she was feeling guilty and sneered, “People like him are never short of women around them. I hope you understand that.”

As the elevator door open, Leila stepped out, brushing past Cindy. “You should understand it yourself, no need to tell me.”

At Leila’s words, Cindy’s face flushed red. “What do you mean by that?”

Leila stopped and turned around, her eyes sending a cold chill that made Cindy shiver. “I don’t like Mason, and I’m not interested in him. You don’t need to treat me as your imaginary enemy.”

Cindy’s hidden agenda was exposed, and she became furious. “You’re not interested, yet you slept with him.”

Leila sneered, “I’m just toying with him.”

At that moment, Mason, who had returned, stood not far away. Caleb stood beside him, amused by the scene. Caleb elbowed Mason, “Mason, did you hear that? She’s just toying with you..”

As Leila spoke, she met Mason’s eyes. His gaze was heavy and cold.

In Leila’s mind, there was only one thought: she was in trouble.

The three of them in the hallway each felt their own awkwardness.

Cindy, standing at the elevator, saw Mason and blushed deeply, wishing she could disappear on the spot. She had feelings for Mason, which many people knew, including Mason himself. Mason had praised her before, not in a romantic sense, but for being cautious and not gossiping like some young female employees. It was this praise from Mason that had helped Cindy reach her current position. But now, she had lost even that small advantage in Mason’s eyes.

The tension lasted for about four or five seconds. Mason strode towards the elevator, and as he passed by Leila, he paused and chuckled, “Was it fun? Do you want to continue?” Without waiting for Leila’s response, he continued walking.

Leila hesitated for a moment before saying, “…”

Cindy’s complexion was even worse than Leila’s. She didn’t dare to provoke Leila further and hurried back to her room.

Leila’s expression remained calm, but she regretted her words. She realized the truth of the saying ‘ill words are like arrows shot from a bow’. After returning to her room, she took a shower and pondered for a while before deciding to send a message to Mason.

[Mr. Ramirez, regarding what happened in the hallway just now, I feel like I need to explain. I absolutely didn’t mean to speak ill of you behind your back. I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.]

Outside the hotel in the VIP car, Mason was twirling his phone between his fingers. Caleb sat beside him, teasing, “Why aren’t you replying to the message?”

Mason glanced at him and retorted, “Do you have to meddle in everything?”

Caleb teased, “I’ve told you before, being a third party has no future.”

Mason’s hand paused as he spun the phone, and he looked at Caleb, “Do you think she seems like someone who would allow her boyfriend to cheat?”