The Sweetness of Love at the First Sight

Seeing my fearful expression, the scowling Michael suddenly laughed. "Relax, I'm not going to do anything to you. Nothing happened last night."

"Didn't I promise to tell you what you want to know? Only I can protect you, but I can also destroy you."

He leaned in closer. "Did you see what happens to those who disobey and mess with me? They end up like Landon. So... be good."

A chill ran through me. Michael, I really couldn't figure him out.

Once inside the presidential suite, he led me to the sofa and handed me a cup of hot tea.

He casually flipped on the TV and immediately, indecent sounds of men and women filled the room.

I frowned, silently cursing. What the hell was this?

Unable to resist, I glanced up. My heart skipped a beat as I saw a familiar face on the screen.

On screen, Valerie was deeply engrossed with a man, their bodies entwined in an intimate embrace.

I stood there, momentarily stunned.

"This is a live feed from the next room," Michael shattered the silence. "Did you know about this?"

I didn't respond.

"It's been happening for quite some time," he added.

Michael then revealed to me that the man in the live deed was a CEO of a small company.

Recently, the company had been financially strained and urgently needed financing. Valerie, however, didn't have enough money and was considering divorce to claim half of Michael's assets.

But if she had been caught cheating, she might not have gotten as much. That was the reason she hired me to find evidence of Michael's infidelity, preparing to turn the tables.

"If she couldn't find evidence of my affair, she would have made you take the fall. Last time, she had already taken photos of us together and there were rumors. This way, she would have had evidence and a reason not to pay you the remaining amount."

Michael solemnly explained to me.

"When did you find out about my real identity?" I asked, feeling somewhat guilty. "...Why didn't you expose her... and me?"

"I know everything about you, your past and your future," he replied softly, a tone that unnerved me despite its gentleness.

"A business alliance, an embarrassing divorce—it's not good for either of us, especially since... I don't love her."

"Whom do you love then?"

Michael chuckled softly, leaning closer to whisper in my ear, "That's my secret."

His warm breath caressed my neck, prompting an instinctive reflex as I involuntarily recoiled.

The live broadcast on TV continued while I snapped a few photos.

After turning off the TV, I quickly sent the photos to Valerie with a note:

"Sorry, Ms. Wade, I quit. Please transfer the final payment to me within five days."

As I stood up to leave, Michael was quick to grab my arm and pull me into his embrace.

I struggled in vain as he held me tightly. "I'll pay double, just work for me," he pleaded.

"What do you want?" I asked, looking up into his eyes.