Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 676 - 656: Send Him a Mistress

Xiaolei, unwilling to give in, clutched the robe tightly, "Then why must I move out? Cousin, I’m a stranger here, living alone outside; Dad will worry, and I’ll be scared. I’ve never lived alone all my life. Yunling is so big, with so many people and such chaos, and there’s all sorts of people, oh right, and haven’t there been frequent reports in the news? Many single women are burglarized and assaulted in their homes... aren’t you worried at all?"

He flashed a cold smile, "If an opportunity like that actually happens to you, you should go buy lottery tickets. Don’t worry, Yunling’s public security isn’t so bad yet, and the house on Mira Road is in a high-class residential area, not a haunt for all sorts of ghosts and goblins. Besides, if you’re still afraid, I’ll hire you a nanny to live with you."

The man’s words blocked all her excuses.

Her face turned red with rage; remembering Dad’s instructions, she steeled her heart, bit her lip, moved around to the back of the desk, grabbed Huo Zhenyang’s arm just like when she was young, put on a pouting face, and began to act coquettishly:

"Cousin, I just don’t want to leave. I’ve just gotten used to living here, and going to a new place means having to adapt all over again. You know I have had trouble adjusting to new beds ever since I was little, and it’s also my first time away from Dad. Now, in China, the only relative I have is you, Cousin. Do you not want me either now?"

When she was younger, each time she acted this way, her cousin would agree to anything she asked for, and his stern expression would soften.

But this time, it didn’t work.

His eyelid twitched, he pulled his hand away, his brow furrowing tightly, "If you don’t obey, I will put you on a plane back home myself!"

Xiaolei’s hand froze in mid-air, not daring to move any further, while her heart sank.

That favorite wife of his, undoubtedly, held a higher status than she, the cousin.

The man before her was no longer the cousin who would do anything for her alone when they were children.

A strong sense of competitiveness and jealousy rose in Xiaolei’s heart, driven by the instructions from her father and also for her own pride.

With a hardening resolve, she shrugged off the robe wearing; it slid down, falling onto the carpet.

At twenty-three years old and having grown up in the liberal culture of Europe, a beautiful and wealthy lady in A Country, it was impossible for her not to have dated before.

She had a few boyfriends from the age of sixteen to now, so this move was as natural to her as eating, without a shred of shame.

With that thought, Xiaolei steeled herself, closed her eyes, took a few steps towards her cousin, bit her lip, squeezed out glistening tears, and with a trembling, clear, and vulnerably soft voice, she entreated:

"Cousin, I don’t want to go back to my country, nor do I want to move out and live alone. Please, let me stay at Disheng. I’m begging you, Cousin. I’ll do anything you ask, just don’t make me leave. I won’t compete with my cousin’s wife for anything, not even a title or recognition. I’m even willing to be your secret lover."

A thin strap dress hardly hid the young woman’s shapely body.

Like a delicious cake that’s been unwrapped and presented right before the man, waiting for him to lift a fork and taste it at any moment.

The moment Xiaolei undressed, Huo Zhenyang’s expression also suddenly turned dark.

Upon hearing her plaintive sobs and pleas, his face grew even darker, clouded with anger, completely impenetrable, without a glimmer of light.

Contained fury perched on the brim of his lips, ready to explode.

When he heard her final words, "Even willing to be your secret lover...," doubt suddenly sprang in his heart.

Xiaolei wanted to stay in China after the wedding to dabble in the entertainment industry, and Boris very readily agreed to let his daughter stay. This fact had long raised his suspicions.

Now that Xiaolei had spoken tonight, it all became clear what her uncle intended by having her stay.

What intentions of breaking into the entertainment industry? It was clear that A Country had sent a mistress his way. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Everyone knew he was picky, and ordinary women didn’t interest him. Who else could be more suitable for the role of his mistress than his cousin, with whom he shared some affection?

And Xiaolei, bold, passionate, and proactive, could make many men fall for her.

Even if he didn’t like her, he wouldn’t treat Xiaolei too coldly, considering she was a relative.

The reason A Country sent him a woman certainly wasn’t without cause.

"Put on your clothes and go back to your own room," the man tried to suppress his anger, enunciating every word. He had no time to be angry with Xiaolei right now.

"Cousin, I won’t go..." Seeing that the man seemed deep in thought and wasn’t very angry, Xiaolei grew bolder and continued to approach him.

Ever since moving into the villa, Cousin had been in a cold war with Jiayi, sleeping in the study every night.

A man, without a woman for such a long time, must be starving for it, right?

She couldn’t help but slightly curl up her red lips, not entirely confident in conquering Cousin’s heart, but in bed, she was certain she was more capable than that Eastern woman.

That little sister-in-law, at first glance, was like most Asian women, a dead fish in bed, conservative and introverted, timid and frail.

She was different. Although she was about the same age as her sister-in-law, she had plenty of experience in love, and her skills in bed were varied, surely enough to satisfy Cousin.

Thinking this, her vine-like pale white arms couldn’t wait, reaching out tentatively towards the man behind the desk.

"Get out," the man said ominously, his tone growing darker, like thunder rumbling around the study.

Though his voice wasn’t loud, it was filled with an icy chill.

Xiaolei suddenly felt a coldness throughout her body, her reaching hand lingering in mid-air, knowing that Cousin wasn’t joking.

If she said one more word, he might not even wait until the next day to send her back to her country—he might do it right then and there.

But still, she clung to a sliver of hope that Cousin wouldn’t really do anything to her, "Cousin..."

Huo Zhenyang pressed the phone on the table.

After more than ten seconds, George ran up from downstairs, pushed open the door, and upon seeing the scene in the study, couldn’t help but take a sharp breath of cool air.

The air was tinged with the suggestive scent of rose perfume.

Miss Xiaolei was wearing a slip dress that barely covered her body, hugging her ketone body tightly, standing beside Boss.

The anger and disgust on Boss’s face were almost enough to freeze the air itself.

"Take her down, lock her in her room, and don’t let her out. Book a one-way ticket to A Country, the fastest one."

"Cousin, I don’t want to go back to my country!!" Xiaolei was terrified.

Without another word, George stepped into the study, his tone cold as ice, extending his hand to Xiaolei, "Please."

Seeing that Xiaolei was still staring at Boss without any intention of moving, George didn’t hesitate for long, grabbed Xiaolei’s arm, picked up the sleeping robe from the carpet, and half-dragged her out of the study.

With the "bang" of the door closing, the study was suddenly quiet.

Huo Zhenyang’s face remained gloomy as he picked up the mobile phone from the desk and dialed Boris’s residence.

At this time, it was around two or three p.m. in A Country, an island nation in Western Europe—the middle of working hours.

The phone was quickly answered.