Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

Scarlett secretly returned to Francis’s villa the next day, but the housekeeper told her that Mr. Sandler had flown to France this morning and would only come back in a week.

Scarlett was supposed to breathe a sigh of relief because that meant that she could avoid an awkward face-to-face talk, or more likely, a quarrel with Francis. But somehow, she felt a lot more disappointed not to see him at home.

Standing at the door for a while thinking about what she should do, she finally sent Francis a text message:

I’m back home, but the housekeeper told me you flew to France this morning. I haven’t seen you in a while. I miss you. Take care!

After sending the message, Scarlett put on her shoes again and told the housekeeper not to prepare any lunch for her. “I’ve gotta go now! See you later!”

When Scarlett walked out the door, she was unexpectedly stopped by a silver sports car that had arrived right then, blocking the way to the gate.

“What are you doing here?” A familiar voice reached her, and Scarlett just looked at the man in the car with surprise. Chuck took off his sunglasses and said, “This is my uncle’s house, girl! It’s you who has gotta explain why you are here!”

Scarlett ran to the side of the passenger seat, opened the door, and then jumped inside. “I’ve finished the internship at your uncle’s company, and I came here to thank him for his help and …care.” Chuck looked at her suspiciously and said, “You came empty-handed to thank him?” Scarlett chuckled awkwardly. “What do you think I can buy for your uncle that he doesn’t already have?”

“Ah, that’s true! You’re right! He could have anything he wanted… anything in the world.”

“Haven’t run into you for a while, and you’re still an asshole as always.” Scarlett sneered.

Chuck seemed to have an emergency and didn’t care about Scarlett’s sour taunting.

“I got a thing to ask Francis, get out of the car!”

Scarlett didn’t follow his command; instead, she put the seat belt on and said, “He is not home! He’s gone to France!”

Chuck frowned and yelled, “What?”

“What is it, dude?” Scarlett asked curiously.

Chuck rubbed his nose and said in a low voice, “I need him to do me a small favor…to dissolve the engagement with Tiffany Crawford…”

“What? Do you call that a small thing? That’s huge!”

Chuck got a bit furious, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. What do you know anyway? Stay out of it.”

“Yeah, I know nothing about your marriage, but I know you’re asking the wrong person for help. If you don’t want to get married, that’s your problem. It would be best if you told your own father and mother. What’s the point of asking your uncle for help anyway? Are you gonna ask him to find you some new girl? Is that the plan?”

Chuck fired the engine, turned the steering wheel, and drove the car out of the villa.

“What happened? Miss. Crawford pissed you off?” Scarlett was a bit curious…what could have ticked him off about Tiffany Crawford? She was such an elegant and rich princess.

Chuck took a cigarette and said, “I don’t know where to start. Just… she is so fucking annoying!”

“Did she interfere in your hooking up with other women?”

The ash fell on Chuck’s pants, and he felt even worse. He turned to Scarlett and stared angrily at her. “Stop your bullshit.”

“Oh, so I got it, right? Tut tut. Please don’t get angry with me, Mr. Playboy! I don’t know any girl on this planet who would turn a blind eye to her fiancé cheating on her. There isn’t a single woman on earth who would be so tolerant and so utterly stupid! Can you think about anyone but yourself? Think about it from her perspective, why don’t you?” Scarlett felt empathetic towards Tiffany.

“Of course, I won’t be such a jerk if she’s the one I want! But what’s our fucking relationship? A marriage for political and commercial interests! The older ones in the family just make use of us to maximize their profits in business, and we’re both innocent pawns in their little games!”

Chuck and Scarlett sat in the car. Chuck was fuming, and Scarlett was not sure what to say. Finally, Scarlett calmed herself down and said, “Since you agreed to the marriage, in the beginning, it’s hard…”

“What did I agree to? I didn’t even promise anything! Ha, do I have the right to speak even?” He hit the horn angrily and turned a half-circle of the steering wheel, so the car went out with a dangerous curve. “fuck my life!”

Scarlett’s body lurched because of the sharp movement, “Stop it, stop it! This is a stupid way to vent your anger!”

Chuck took a deep breath. “That’s why I need Francis to speak to dad. He’s the only one my grandpa and dad would listen to!”

“But have you ever thought about what position Francis will take to speak for you and what excuses he should make to fill in the gaps in your story? What do you want him to say? Miss. Crawford interferes too much with your unfettered personal life, and you want freedom?”

Chuck became frustrated. He pulled over to the side of the road and rolled the window down to smoke a cigarette.

“What do you think he should say?”

Scarlett rolled her eyes and said, “How am I supposed to know?” Chuck turned his head and put on a mischievous smile, “Hey, if you can help me out of shit, just take the money you borrowed from me!”

Scarlett smiled back, “I don’t need your money.”

“Alright, but if you can’t give me a solution, we’ll sit here all night until you figure it out!”

“What the hell? This whole thing has nothing to do with me!” Scarlett yelled.

“I’m sorry for ya, girl. But you’re just too unlucky. You met me today!” Looking at his cheeky face, Scarlett just wanted to choke him to death.

“Hey, how did your uncle get divorced?” Scarlett broke the long silence all of a sudden.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I asked you to give me a solution, not gossip about my uncle!”