Romance With The CEO

Chapter68: Caught 1

"Hello, Boy. I hope you have good news today."

Boy remained silent. Instead of immediately responding to Ricardo's words, he stared directly at Neil.

Damn it! Bastard! You son of a bitch!

Curses filled Boy's mind. His pride was shattered, and he was humiliated by Neil.

Boy clenched his jaw. Swear words trembled on his tongue, demanding to be spoken. Unfortunately, Neil's hand movements made him restrain himself.

Neil pushed the phone closer to Boy, urging him without saying a word.

"Boy? Hello, Boy? Are you there, Boy? Why are you silent?"

Boy took a breath, but it was not relief that he felt. The air seemed hot, burning his nostrils.

"Boy! Answer me! Damn you, Boy!"

Neil tilted his head slightly. His expressionless face seemed to be delivering a final verdict to Boy.

"Sir."

"Oh my God, Boy! What's going on? Why did you contact me tonight? I hope you really have good news."

Boy's gaze did not shift from Neil's eyes, even when he answered the question.

"I have carried out the orders you gave, sir."

"What?! The orders I gave? What do you mean? Which orders?"

"Velia," Boy quickly replied. "I have done it."

"Damn you, Boy! Why didn't you inform me earlier? So how is she? Is she fine? No injuries?"

Neil continued to stare at Boy without blinking. His eyes no longer conveyed a warning but a threat.

"She's fine, Sir. Just as you instructed. Without a single scratch."

"Good! Good! Where is she now? I happen to be outside, so I'll go there immediately."

Ricardo's voice was hurried. Even his breaths were audible.

"She's with me now. At my safe house."

"Where is that?"

"I'll send you the location."

"Alright. I'll wait, Boy. Send me the location right away, and I'll head there."

The call ended. Neil hung up and sent the location to Ricardo. Then he put away the phone.

Neil stood up, revealing a folding knife that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

The folding knife spun in Neil's hand, making Boy's chest rise and fall restlessly. However, he did not show the slightest hint of fear.

Neil moved around Boy, who was already drenched in sweat. His steps stopped right behind Boy, and the knife moved.

Boy held his breath. Without looking back, he could clearly feel the cold blade of the knife moving against his neck.

Boy tensed, anticipating every possible move Neil could make. But what happened next was his restraints loosened.

Boy's hands were free. He repeatedly felt his wrists before removing the restraints on his legs. When he was completely free, Neil was standing in front of him.

"You can choose between me and Carter."

Boy stood up. "I've helped you, damn it!"

A thin smirk appeared on Neil's cold face. He looked at Boy with a blank expression.

"Unfortunately, I never promised to let you go just like that."

Emotionless voice. Not a trace of emotion. Neil succeeded in making Boy clench his jaw.

"I was just following Ricardo's damn orders, and I lured him here!"

Boy was not foolish. Both Carter and Neil were equally dangerous choices. He could tell that neither of them was an ordinary person. Pretending to be careless and then turning the tables and incapacitating them was not as easy as it sounded.

"Sorry, Boy," Neil said calmly. "You can say that we are also just following the orders of our employer. You're just unlucky because Ricardo's orders have put you in a confrontation with us."

The situation was indeed unfavorable for Boy. He had no choice but to fight one of them.

Boy quickly glanced at Carter. He looked younger than Neil and was smiling.

"This time, I promise. If you can get past one of us, then you're truly free. No grudges in the future because we're all just hired guns."

Boy looked at Neil with anger in his eyes. He stood his ground and prepared himself. His anger was truly boiling, and he shouted fiercely, just before his fist flew towards Velia's driver.

*

"Whose call is it, Dad?" Angel asked as Ricardo quickly removed his hands from her naked body. He got up and grabbed a pair of pants from the floor.

Intending to put on his pants, Ricardo felt Angel's kiss land on his waist. He instinctively moaned and turned his body.

Angel blinked once, giving him a seductive look as she crawled naked on the bed.

Ricardo succumbed to Angel's temptation. He ran his fingers through her hair and jerked it back, forcing her to look up.

"Forgive me, Angel," Ricardo reluctantly pleaded. His gaze swept over her beautiful face with a hint of regret. "I have other urgent matters to attend to."

Ricardo sealed his apology with a deep kiss on Angel's red lips. He groaned. Pleasure echoed in Ricardo's chest, especially when Angel's fingers caressed his flaccid masculinity.

"I will be leaving for a while. Did I already pay for the entire night?"

Ricardo grinned. "No worries. Consider it a bonus for this," he said, patting Angel's buttocks. "Next week, I'll be back."

Angel sat up, smiling playfully as she squeezed her breasts and teased him with her tongue.

"Angel will provide extra service for you next week, Daddy."

Ricardo burst into laughter and began to dress. It did not take him long to get ready, and he immediately drove his car to the location provided by Boy.

"Oh, Velia. Finally!"

Ricardo repeatedly wet his lips with his tongue. He was so thrilled that he occasionally hit the steering wheel.

"Finally!"

Ricardo burst into laughter. Impatience surged and boiled within him.

"I don't care whose mistress she is now," Ricardo said with a lecherous grin. "What matters is that her body is still enticing."

Ricardo's laughter grew louder. It echoed throughout the car as he sped along at high speed.

"If she has indeed become someone's mistress, then she must be skilled at satisfying men by now."

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