CEO’s Seduction Trap

Upon hearing Mason’s voice, the guard froze.

Mason glanced down at him. “Cat got your tongue?”

Realizing Mason’s intent, the guard wisely kept silent.

Mason proceeded inside without further delay. Just a few steps in, a man appeared at the end of the cobblestone path.

The man wore a white suit, looked sickly and melancholic, and coughed into a handkerchief before speaking. “Mason, long time no see.”

Leila’s first impression of Omar was that he was extremely cunning.

“Indeed, it’s been a while. How’s your health lately?”

Mason’s question was deliberately rhetorical. He knew Omar had recently been hospitalized due to a serious illness.

Omar continued to cough, seeming nonchalant, “It’s been alright.”

“You’re here in Yort City for something?” Mason asked.

Omar glanced at Leila but didn’t answer directly. “Is this your girlfriend?”

“Fiancee.”

“Oh? Fiancee?”

Mason chuckled, hooked his arm around Leila’s waist, and said in a low voice, “Leila, this is my brother, Omar.”

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed from the main building of the villa, chilling to the bone.

Leila thought it might be Keith and tensed up.

Sensing her unease, Mason tightened the hand around her waist.

Leila was nervous inside but didn’t show it on her face.

Omar, surprised by her calmness, said with a smile, “My men are sometimes unruly. ”

Then, he looked at Leila. “Didn’t scare you, Miss Patel?”

Leila smiled faintly, “Not at all.”

“Good. At The Ramirez Family, those who lack courage don’t last long.”

With that, he turned and walked away, continuing his conversation with Mason, circling back to their initial topic. “It’s been too hot at home lately. I came here for some cool breeze.”

Mason kept pace, casually touching Leila’s waist with his fingers. “It’s cozy.”

“My health isn’t good, and I can’t be of much help at home.”

“Indeed.”

Mason’s “indeed” caused Omar’s smile to instantly fade…

A few minutes later, the three entered the villa.

Upon entering the foyer, a strong smell of blood hit their noses.

Leila frowned. Mason whispered in her ear, “It can’t be your dad. He’s physically ill, not mentally. If something happens to your dad, what’s he threatening me with??”

Leila whispered back, “Is it always like this between you?”

“What do you mean?”

After a moment of thought, Leila said, “Scheming against each other.”

Mason teased, “It’s nothing. If you’re interested, I’ll take you back to the real big show some day.”

Leila silently gave Mason a thumbs-up.

After a while, the two entered the living room. As Mason expected, the person who had been beaten wasn’t Keith but a man. The man was tied up, barely recognizable from the beating, covered in blood on his face and body.

Omar took a seat, seemingly bothered by the smell of blood, and covered his mouth with a handkerchief before turning to the standing bodyguard. “Did he confess?”

The bodyguard replied, “No.”

“Huh?” Omar removed the handkerchief and tossed it onto the coffee table, a faint smile appearing on his sickly face. “Since he is so stubborn, let’s dismantle his bone. Whichever bone is the hardest, let’s grind it into powder for me.”

“Understood.”

Omar waved his hand. “Take him out, but don’t scare Miss Patel.”

The bodyguard nodded. “Yes, Mr. Omar.”

After the bodyguard finished speaking, he approached and dragged the man towards the exit. The man went mad, shouting, “Mr. Omar, I know I was wrong! I’ll talk, I’ll talk…”

The bodyguard halted and looked back at Omar.

Ignoring the plea, Omar lifted his chin, gesturing for him to proceed.

About five minutes later, a wail echoed from outside the door.

Omar sighed deeply, turned to Leila, and said, “That man was my trusted aide, but he betrayed me…”

“I see.”

“Miss Patel, you don’t find my methods too harsh, do you?”

“Not at all.”

Omar chuckled softly, “That’s good. Mason is even harsher with those who betray him.”

Leila calmly continued, “He’s lawful in his approach.”

Omar looked at Mason and said, “Mason, did you come to see me about something today?”

Mason glanced at him, “I came to get someone from you.”

“Who?”

“My father-in-law.”

“Hmm?”

“Your men kidnapped Leila’s father. You’re not unaware?”

Omar furrowed. “Who?”

“Keith.”

Omar turned his head towards one of the guards standing at the door.

Understanding the cue, the guard immediately spoke up, “Mr. Omar, we did bring someone in, related to the kidnapping case involving you and Mr. Ramirez years ago. We haven’t had a chance to report to you yet.”

Omar’s displeasure showed on his face as if he had just received the news. “Such a big matter, and you didn’t inform me earlier?”

“We hadn’t had the chance to report to you.”

Omar turned back to Mason. “Mason, you heard that. This person…”

Mason reached for the cup in front of him, lazily chuckling, “Omar, the drama’s over. I’m not in the mood to play with you.”

Mason was truly a madman. His mood could change in an instant.

Omar looked back at him, holding the cup tightly for a while before saying, “Aren’t you afraid grandfather will find out you came here looking for trouble?”

Mason mocked, “Only if you dare let him know you’re investigating the old matters in Yort City.”

“Don’t you want to know what happened back then?”

“I do, but it’s none of your business.”

“Mason, don’t push it too far.”

Mason leaned back, unimpressed. “What if I do? You want to confront me head-on? Hasn’t your elder brother warned you not to provoke me into direct conflict?”

Upon hearing Mason’s words, Omar’s anger suddenly subsided. “Grandfather was right. You are indeed disobedient to his discipline now.”

Mason didn’t respond and straightforwardly asked, “Are you releasing him or not?”

Omar glanced at Leila and said, “I can release him, but I have a condition.”

Mason’s voice deepened, “Go on.”

Omar stated, “Let me into The Ramirez Group.”

Mason scoffed and agreed eagerly, “Done.”

Mason agreed too quickly, causing Omar to eye him suspiciously.

Mason sneered, “Is that all the guts you’ve got?”

Omar replied, “I want to join the finance department, starting next Monday.”

“No problem.” With that, Mason smirked at Omar. “Can you release him now?”

Omar frowned, feeling like he might have walked into a trap set by Mason.

But at this point, he couldn’t back down. He gritted his teeth and said, “Yes.”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Keith wasn’t brought inside but was instead shoved into Mason’s car by the guards.

Before leaving, Mason turned to Omar provocatively and said, “Do you know why you can’t beat me? Because you’re a coward.”

Omar’s face darkened. “…”

A few minutes later, Mason and Leila appeared in the car.

Mason glanced at Keith through the rearview mirror.

As the car drove off, Keith spoke up, “What do you two intend to do?”

Mason smirked coldly, still silent.

“Leila, are you just going to stand by while your father is kidnapped, watching your father…”

Leila turned her head to look at him. “Do you know much about The Ramirez Family’s kidnapping case?”

Keith hadn’t expected Mason to bring this up to Leila. He avoided her gaze and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mason may save you once, but that doesn’t mean he’ll save you a second time.”

Keith retorted, “I don’t need him to save me.”

“Fine. Mason, take him back.”

Leila finished speaking, and Mason chuckled softly. “As you wish.”

The next moment, he turned the steering wheel at the next intersection and made a U-turn.

A look of panic flashed across Keith’s face. He leaned forward, grabbing the back of the passenger seat and shouted, “Leila, are you out of your mind?”

Leila remained composed, her eyes showing no emotional fluctuations. “As long as you tell the truth, the car won’t turn back.”

Keith gritted his teeth, looking at Leila’s profile. “I didn’t know the specifics of the kidnapping. When I was bankrupt, someone contacted me, offering a million to provide him a discreet location…”

Keith paused, then continued, “The person who contacted me didn’t tell me it was a kidnapping. He said he needed a discreet place to hide something.”

“And then?”

Keith furrowed his brow. “At the time, I was trying to leave some money for you and your mother, not thinking too much. I remembered that your grandfather had an abandoned yard, so I contacted your uncle and promised him five hundred thousand and gave him the contact information.”

“Is that all?”