I Traveled from Reality into a CEO Novel!

I nodded, "Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't want to be harassed."

I was fuming, ready to bash Clayton's head in.

If it weren't for his insane routine of busting my door every now and then, would I even be forced to move? He should cover my moving costs!

"Harassed?"

Clayton looked at me intently, a sarcastic smile briefly crossing his face, "I've seen plenty of women like you, trying to get my attention with these antics, huh?"

A shiver ran through me, and mimicking Clayton's tone, I snapped back, "Mr. Blackwood, narcissism is a disease, too."

Thinking everyone's head over heels for you, huh? Well, I'm a dignified heir of capitalism, not swayed by your sweet nothings!

At my words, Clayton's gaze turned icy and threatening.

He advanced step by step, pinning me against the wall before stopping, his voice through gritted teeth, "What did you say?"

I was in trouble!

Regret washed over me as I realized Clayton wasn't just a scoundrel but also deeply paranoid. Once he believed something, nobody could convince him otherwise.

His conviction that Eleanor was a manipulative woman who had orchestrated his breakup with his old flame was his twisted form of romance to keep her close and torment her relentlessly.

I had thought his obsessive behavior was only directed at Eleanor, but now, was even a bystander like me not safe?

As a mere extra, how could I possibly contend with a corporate titan? I decided to play for time.

"Nothing, I mean... Eleanor has been away for so long, if you don't go looking for her, she might just end up with... Zack Morris..."

In this novel, Zack is a once-in-a-millennium devoted lover. Not just willing to shelter Eleanor, but even if she was pregnant with Clayton's child and ousted by a rival, he'd eagerly step in.

Clayton had always viewed Zack as a romantic rival, usually flying off the handle just at the mention of him.

Once this hothead left, I'd swiftly move my stuff and never see him again.

However, Clayton showed no signs of leaving, instead, he intensely furrowed his brows and fixed his stare on me, "Did you get Zack to take Eleanor away, to draw me here on purpose?"

I was again rendered speechless.

I couldn't fathom what special material Clayton's brain was made of, vigorously shaking my head, "Absolutely not, you can ask Eleanor yourself when you find her."

Just find her already, stop wasting time here!

Clayton stayed silent, and just when I thought he was about to leave, letting me breathe a sigh of relief, he darkly uttered, "You, come with me."

"On what grounds?"

Eleanor often fled because Clayton's old flame would stir up trouble, one day demanding blood, the next a kidney swap.

My blood type didn't match his old flame's—surely he wasn't planning to harvest my kidneys for a gourmet dish?

"You can refuse."

Clayton maintained his lofty demeanor, scorn flickering in his eyes, "Then the project with your company gets axed immediately."

Oh?

It hit me then; my role owned an interior design firm, now at the mercy of the mighty Blackwood Corporation.