Trapped with the CEO

Baron didn't continue speaking. He found it all so baffling that his mother didn't react the way he'd thought. He thought she'd be annoyed, but lo and behold, she stood motionless, unfazed, almost even serene, one could say.

He would be sailing a yacht surrounded by bubbling effigies of the most beautiful women across the pacific, partying with his friends, if his mom didn't call him home.

Go now! The thought enticed him so much he leapt off the sofa immediately and left the Gu family home.

Teresa pulled on Arvin's sleeve and said to him, "Arvin, to please your grandmother, you have to mention something about your relationship with Nita. Okay? It will make her so happy, you know."

Arvin replied by way of a faint, insincere glance. "Oh mom, don't you worry your pretty little head!"

"Fine, " said Teresa, breathing a sigh of relief. Finally! she thought. She was so delighted that Arvin had finally come around to the right side of thinking, had surrendered his facetious attempts to persuade them that he was above Nita.

But in the end, Arvin added, "I will...will not mention it!"

What! No! Teresa was speechless! She had been duped!

On the other side of the house, when only grandmother and grandson were left present in the room, Lily was browsing over the various herbs that were growing loftily from the balcony. All of the herbs were well-preserved, glossy, and must've been regularly exposed to the sun.

Lily smiled in approbation. She had an inkling that their growth was Arvin's doing.

"Arvin, " she inquired languidly while examining the herbs. "Will there be some sort of celebration at the hospital recently?" None of the herbs were out of check so she decided to have a chat with Arvin.

Arvin leaned against the balcony door and noticed his grandmother, nose busy in the thyme. He suspected what was on her mind and answered evasively. "Hum..."

"I didn't ask you in the car just now, but please tell me what happened between you and Nita." It had made the news in Green Cold Country that Arvin, director general of the hospital, had been living with fellow colleague Nita.

But Lily knew better than to believe the news.

Arvin stood stiffly, awkwardly, against the glass door. He shifted from foot to foot, reluctant to bring up the whole history of it again. So he changed the subject, "Grandma, I'm sorry, but is there anything else you wish to ask me?"

Lily turned round to look at Arvin. "Arvin, how do you expect me to help you if you act so taciturn? There's nothing I can do if you don't tell me anything about your life."

Arvin replied to her, "It's all right, grandma. I don't need anyone's help, and I've never asked for it. I can do everything myself because I'm n

"Who does she think she is? I won't marry her even if she is the last woman on earth," said Hiram Rong.

"Marry into a family with tens of billions of assets? How lucky I am! I won't be so foolish as to break off the engagement. At worst, I can receive money as part of the divorce settlement," said Rachel Ruan.

Their great-grandfathers made a pact about their engagement a hundred years ago...

f the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology, Ms. Nita and her team to bring you a one-off dance performance!"

Nita was met with applause and shouts from the tongue-waving male colleagues.

Angela looked at the stage in surprise. Wearing a thin and sexy dance dress, Nita came on with a group of women.

She couldn't help looking at Arvin. "Why are you looking at me? Look at the performance on stage! It is Ms Nita!"

There was a sour note in what should have been a mellifluous voice, which made Arvin laugh out loud.

Angela poked him bashfully. "What are you laughing at? Just watch the show!"

As the DJ music rang out, several women on stage began to dance enthusiastically and enchantingly.

With just a few moves, there were undulating like serpents which drove the crowd wild into a cacophony of steamy whistles and screams.

Angela looked at the stage. "That's so crazy!" Angela was flabbergasted by Nita's voluptuous movements, she almost drooled!

Arvin just glanced at the stage and then set his eyes on the woman slouching next to him. The appearance of Angela left Arvin with a feeling of comparative disgust. He wasn't as turned on, like she was. Her mouth was watering!

"Arvin, Arvin, look at the enchanting figure of Ms. Nita, well well well......" Angela bet it felt good to press one's body against hers. "What do you think?"

"Well!" He was not interested in Nita, and he made that known with a perfunctory answer.

Angela heard his word, but couldn't believe his disinterest. She looked back at Arvin angrily, "Did you just say 'Well'?"

Well? Arvin smiled with satisfaction at her confusion, and thought, 'I'm making her jealous now, am I?'

Then he closed the gap between his lips and her ear and whispered, "For me, Angela has the greatest serpentine figure, and you..."