CEO’s Seduction Trap

The man was speechless.

“If you kill me, you go to prison. It won’t hurt The Ramirez Group much, but what about our families? Don’t you have parents, a wife, children? I do, and I have a mother who depends on me.”

The man frowned, silent.

Leila watched as the man seemed about to relent, and the security guards standing nearby exchanged a glance, then suddenly, charged at the man.

The man reacted swiftly, cursing as he tightened his grip on the fruit knife, poised to strike Leila.

Just as the knife was about to descend, a figure darted forward, delivering a swift kick to the man’s abdomen, sending him sprawling a meter away.

The man grunted in pain as the knife slipped from his hand.

Leila stumbled back, only to find herself caught in a strong embrace.

Moments later, Mason’s icy voice echoed above her head, “Ryan.”

Without hesitation, Ryan stepped forward, grabbed the man by his collar, and dragged him into the building.

Eila was still in shock, but after a while, she struggled to say, “I’m fine.”

Mason’s gaze was intense as he scrutinized her for a moment. Ensuring she was truly unharmed, he loosened his hold around her waist and turned away, walking off.

As Mason left, the security guards awkwardly approached.

“Miss Patel, we’re truly sorry. We meant to help.”

“Thank goodness Mr. Ramirez arrived in time, or who knows what might have happened.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? There’s blood on your neck. Should we take you to the hospital to get it bandaged?”

Touching her neck, Leila felt the blood wasn’t much, and the wound wasn’t deep. “I’m fine.”

she was fine, but the security guards were still hesitant to believe it.

After all, if Mason hadn’t arrived in time, Leila might have ended up as a cold corpse due to their impulsiveness.

The security guard looked guilty. “We meant well, but it turned out badly.”

“It was an accident. No one wanted this to happen, and your intentions were good. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

Leila said as she walked away, one of the security guards suddenly called out to her, “Miss Patel.”

Leila turned back, “Yes?”

The security guard seemed uneasy.

Thinking he wanted to apologize again, Leila was about to speak when the security guard lowered his voice and said quickly, “Watch out for that Joshua.”

“What?” Leila asked.

But the security guard didn’t continue, quickly moving away.

Watching him leave hastily, Leila frowned.

Big corporations were indeed different. In smaller companies, scheme might just be office gossip or some manipulation on projects to make someone a scapegoat. But in large corporations, if you blocked someone’s financial interests, they might try to send you to jail or worse.

When Leila returned to the project department, everyone already knew about her ordeal and expressed their concern.

Leila politely smiled in response, “I’m fine, just a scratch.”

Having said that, Leila headed back to her office.

And the whispers erupted in the project department.

“Blood on her neck and she’s saying she’s fine.”

“I heard when that worker held a knife to her throat, she didn’t flinch, just reasoned with him.”

“A woman with no background or connections, rising to project manager? She must have some serious skills.”

“Did you hear? It was Mr. Ramirez who saved Miss Patel.”

“Knight in shining armor, huh?”

Meanwhile, Mason, the ‘knight in shining armor,’ was interrogating the man who had just held a knife to Leila’s neck.

“Did you come to The Ramirez Group to get your wages?” Mason asked, his expression dark.

The man, battered and bruised, turned his head and spat blood on the ground. “We worked hard for a year, and in the end, we didn’t get paid. Shouldn’t I demand it?”

Mason, “Which project?”

“Xanadu Project.”

Mason remained impassive. He made a call right in front of the man.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

And before the person on the other end could speak, Mason coldly asked, “Wasn’t the final payment for last year’s ‘Xanadu Project’ settled?”

The person on the line hesitated for a moment before replying, “It was settled long ago. If I remember correctly, it was settled at the end of last year.”

Mason’s tone turned frosty. “The workers didn’t receive their money, go and find out where the problem lies.”

The person on the other end of the call was taken aback by Mason’s words. “Yes, Mr. Ramirez. I’ll get you an answer right away.”

After ending the call, Mason fixed his sharp gaze on the man standing before him.

“The Ramirez Group has had many people coming in and out. Why did you target her?” Mason’s voice was sharp.

Faced with Mason’s question, the man’s body stiffened slightly, “She was unlucky.”

“I was watching outside The Ramirez Group’s gate for half a day, and she was the only woman I saw.”

Mason’s gaze turned icy. “I don’t like talking to fools.”

With that, Mason lazily nodded at Ryan.

Ryan understood immediately, stepping forward to grab the man by his collar and lead him towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

The window on the upper half of the French window opened, and Ryan pushed open the screen to press the man’s head out.

It dawned on the man that Ryan actually intended to push him out. He screamed, terrified.

Mason stood up and walked to the sofa, taking a seat. “If The Ramirez Group really owes you money, rest assured, I’ll settle every penny. But for laying hands on my people in front of me, your life…”

Mason paused.

The man was just an ordinary worker, hearing Mason’s words, he was petrified.

He strained his voice to respond, “I-I came here to get my money. No one told me anything, I don’t know anything.”

Ryan tightened his grip on the back of the man’s neck, applying more pressure. “Did we say someone told you to do this?”

Realizing he had spoken too much, the man’s legs went weak. Worried Ryan might actually throw him out of the window, he stammered, “Wait… wait… A man gave me a photo of that woman. He told me if I could catch her, The Ramirez Group would settle our wages…”

After the man finished, Ryan turned to Mason, waiting for his next command.

Mason remained expressionless. “What kind of man?”

“I don’t know, I couldn’t see clearly. He was sitting in a car and didn’t show his face. All I saw was he wore all white.”

The man trembled as he spoke, his voice on the verge of tears.

Without another word, Mason gestured to Ryan with a glance.

Understanding the signal, Ryan loosened his grip on the man’s neck.

Feeling the pressure lift, the man collapsed to the ground, taking deep breaths.

Just then, Mason’s phone rang.

Mason answered tersely, “Speak.”

The voice on the other end said, “Mr. Ramirez, I just investigated. The payment for the ‘Xanadu Project’ was settled at the end of last year. It seems their foreman ran off with the money.”

Mason replied, “Understood.”

Ending the call, Mason stood up and walked towards the door, saying in a low voice as he left, “The payment for the ‘Xanadu Project’ was settled at the end of last year. Go find your foreman for the money.”

The man couldn’t believe it. “What?”

Mason didn’t answer his question, already walking out the door.

Ryan squatted down to face the man, reaching out to slap him across the back of his head. “You’re clueless, huh? The Ramirez Group never withholds project payments. Looks like your foreman ran off with the money.”

The man was bewildered, still unable to believe. “It can’t be, how could he…”

Meanwhile, Mason emerged from the CEO’s office and took the elevator straight to the project department.

Upon seeing Mason, the staff stood up in alarm.

“Mr. Ramirez.”

“Mr. Ramirez.”

…

Ignoring them, Mason walked directly to Leila’s office door and pushed it open.

Leila was in the midst of organizing Premier Construction’s project contracts for filing. Hearing footsteps, she looked up and froze upon seeing Mason.

Before she could speak, Mason strode up to her, spun her office chair around halfway, leaned down, and with both hands on the armrests, looked at her with a low voice, “I’m not here to discuss, I’m here to inform. Tonight, pack your things and move in with me.”