His Contractual Mistress-Chapter 7: Envied By Women

Monday

Hailey was in the Entryway, putting on her brown Vegan high heel shoes when her phone rang a particular song.

In her contacts, she assigns a song to determine if the caller is her friends, teachers, or just a random person. And the song playing at the moment is assigned for Vince. She instantly opens her Gucci black backpack and takes out her phone to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Hi! Are you still home?"

Hailey could sense an anxious tone in Vince's voice. She wonders if something happens. But why is he calling her? She mused while responding to him.

"Yes. I'm about to step out of the door. Do you need anything?" she asked.

It seems Vince heaves a sigh of relief upon learning she hasn't gone to school yet.

"Thank goodness."

Hailey heard Vince mumble. So she guesses Vince has a matter to deal with at the moment. She wondered if it needed her help, so she asked him, "What's the matter? Can I help you?"

"Um. The thing is... I think I left my Flash Drive where I saved the presentation I was about to demonstrate to our new prospect investor. But I can't find it in my suitcase. I wonder if I accidentally left it in the study. Can I ask your favor to look for it?"

Hailey listened to Vince's timid and soft tone; she wanted to giggle. He seemed shy to ask her favor this time over such a small thing.

"Okay. I'm heading upstairs now. What color of your flash drive?" Hailey asked while she pushed the door to open.

"It was a small silver-black. It will be a bit hard to notice I think."

"Hm... Let me see you at your desk."

Meanwhile, inside the SHEN GROUP Conference Room. Vince was standing close to the floor-ceiling window. His left hand was in his pocket while his right hand was holding the phone close to his ear.

Yet, still early for their meeting with the prospective investor, Vince already gathered his executives to discuss something. Just then, he realizes he left the Flash Drive with the presentation he prepared over the weekend.

Now in an hour, their prospect investor will be here. With the presence of the Board of Investors and Shen Group Managing Directors, they were eyeing the CEO, who talk leisurely on his phone after the fact that he did a stupid thing for the first time in history.

The CEO left his laptop home, where he saved the files. And the flash drive he transferred the files left at home as well. Is it stupidity? They all can't believe it!

But as usual, the CEO doesn't show any hint of panic or worries. Instead, a smile played across his handsome face. So they have guessed. The person he was talking about is someone living with him. And who is living with him? None other than is his mistress!

They shared a glance at each other with a question on their eyes, 'So what will happen now?'

Back in the penthouse... Hailey already searched Vince's study table, but she couldn't find the flash drive. She opens the unlocked drawers, still, none inside.

"I can not find it." She mumbled helplessly, but Hailey kept looking around. Her eyes sweep to the entire room.

She walked toward the couch and checked if maybe the flash drive fell on it. She also searches around the coffee table when a shiny thing caught her eyes. She focuses her gaze under the study table.

"I found it!" She burst out happily.

"Really? Where I left it?"

"I found it under the table," she told Vince, bent down to pick up the flash drive on the carpet.

"I see. Um… Is it okay if you will bring it over? It will save time, rather than Tim will come to pick it up."

She agreed, "Sure! No problem." As she can not say no, is it? Hailey sighed in silence.

"Great! I'll be waiting for you to bring it over! Call me if you arrive at the entrance. Okay. Thanks!"

It is what the executives heard the CEO mumbled into his phone. 𝗳𝓇ℯe𝓌𝚎𝚋𝓃𝚘𝚟𝘦𝑙.𝑐𝚘𝙢

'Who's coming over? The mistress?' They have the same question stuck on their head, but they would not dare to spit it out. They only observe him silently.

The moment Vince ends the call, his facial expression changes. He cleared his throat and took a seat. Sweeping his gaze throughout the room, he nodded. "Okay. While waiting, I want a quick report from last week's matters." Vince glancing at the General Manager and Head of Finance.

They rendered speechlessly. This CEO is a real piece! He will leisurely listen to the reports as someone brings the presentation he forgets at home. How he was careless this time? Or maybe the reason he forgot the flash drive is that he made out first with his mistress before going to the office? 𝑓𝔯𝑒e𝘸e𝘣𝓷𝘰ѵe𝚕.c૦𝙢

Vince has no idea that the people in front of him are having dirty thoughts about him.

Meanwhile, Hailey stepped out of the elevator and walked toward her car. Before she reached her yellow Ferrari Aparte, she bumped into a couple that was living on the 26th floor. The couple glanced in her direction... while the man nodded at her, the woman peered at her with scorn.

If she didn't know that woman was only clinging to that man, but she is not interested to know who their real relationship.

The thing is, they could not have a gut to voice out their thoughts when they know that talking bad about her would bounce back at them once they provoke Vince by creating malicious gossip around the building.

These people think more importantly about their partnership than putting themselves into the trash bin after ridiculing Vince's mistress. And that was her.

The only people that had the guts to cackle at her are the riches students in the university and a few netizens of this city.

Shrugged a shoulder, Hailey pulls up the door of her car and slid her slender body into the driver's seat. She turns up the engine and warms up the car. Unfortunately, the couple's car she bumped into parked next to her.

And because she could not see the person inside, the woman didn't notice that Hailey studied her expression which her eyes filled with envy and disdain. Hailey contorted a smirk in the corner of her mouth.

Clearly, this woman is one of the countless girls who envied her for having such a luxurious life being Vince Shen's mistress.