CEO’s Seduction Trap

Leila didn’t believe he would be so kind to her without reason.

“I want you to work for me. That’s the rewards,” Mason replied straightforwardly.

Leila’s eyes flickered with surprise at his response.

Mason noticed her reaction but pretended not to. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, tapped it lightly, glanced at Mrs. Patel lying on the bed, and then quietly put it away. “I prefer having a reliable right-hand person by my side over female companionship.”

Though his actions were lazy, his words were serious and business-like.

Leila stared at him, trying to find any flaws in his expression.

Mason reclined in the chair, holding the cigarette, and let her look as much as she wanted.

After a while, Leila said, “I don’t believe you.”

“Leila, life needs cracks for light to shine through. You don’t have to be so wary of me. I may not be a gentleman, but I’m not a villain either.”

Mason paused for a moment before continuing, “The Ramirez Group has been wanting to invest in real estate for the past two years, but I’ve been lacking a reliable person by my side.”

Leila remained silent.

Mason smiled and added, “Between women and power, I prefer the latter.”

Seeing the atmosphere in the hospital room becoming tense again, Mason stood up and said in a deep voice, “Take your time to consider. No rush.”

With that, Mason left the room.

As the door closed with a ‘bang’, Leila’s eyes became red with tears.

As Mason exited the hospital room, he collided with Daniel, who had just arranged for a caregiver.

Daniel reported back to Mason, “I found one who meets all the requirements you mentioned.”

With the tip of his cigarette between his lips, Mason replied, “Let her give it a try.”

Daniel asked, “Should she start today?”

Mason grunted in agreement. Then, as if remembering something, he furrowed his brow and said, “When Leila mentions wanting to find a caregiver, introduce this person to her.”

Daniel nodded, “Got it.”

Mason inquired further, “How much is the salary?”

Daniel replied, “Five hundred a day.”

Mason nodded and took a drag of his cigarette, “Make sure to explain to the caregiver that I’ll give her a three hundred subsidy per day, but she should tell Leila it’s only two hundred.”

“Okay,” Daniel responded.

Daniel was deeply moved. After following Mason for so long, this was the first time he had seen this caring side of him.

After dealing with the caregiver arrangements, Mason briefed Daniel on his plans to recruit Leila for The Ramirez Group.

Listening intently, Daniel felt increasingly convinced of Mason’s unusual feelings towards Leila. If he had any doubts before, they were confirmed tonight.

Daniel couldn’t quite describe his current feelings. He couldn’t help but feel sympathetic towards his boss…

Mrs. Patel woke up in the early hours of the morning. Looking at Leila sitting by her bedside, she spoke softly, “Leila…”

Leila hadn’t slept, just lost in thought. Hearing Mrs. Patel’s voice, she snapped out of it and gently held her hand, asking, “Mom, how are you feeling?”

Mrs. Patel shook her head, “I’m fine…”

Leila had cried all night, but now she was completely calm. Forcing a smile, she reassured Mrs. Patel, “Mom, I just asked Dr. Hans, and he said your condition isn’t serious. It’s treatable.”

Mrs. Patel teared up, “Leila, I can’t be a burden to you anymore. If it wasn’t for your father, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have to live like this.”

After a moment, Mrs. Patel grasped Leila’s hand tightly and said, “Leila, listen to me about this. I won’t seek treatment for this illness. You keep the money and live your life well. You…”

Mrs. Patel’s words were cut off by Leila’s tearful voice, “Mom, you’re my only family in this world. Have you ever thought about what would happen to me if you pass away?”

Mrs. Patel fell silent.

It was 2 a. m. when Mason finished his work and stepped out of the bathroom after taking a cold shower, the doorbell ringing. Seeing who it was, he raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

Leila looked up at him, her eyes slightly red. “Mr. Ramirez, I just want to confirm something with you. Are you intending to sponsor me, or are you considering hiring me?”

They locked eyes, water droplets from his just-washed hair dripping down.

Mason didn’t answer directly. Instead, he countered, “Do you want to be an employee or a mistress??”

“Employee.”

“Then employee it is.”

Tonight, Yort city was hit by a heavy rainstorm, with loud thunder and large raindrops. Mason didn’t know how Leila had made her way here, but she was already quite wet.

Upon hearing Mason’s decision to hire her, Leila bowed in gratitude and turn to leave.

Mason reached out, grasping her wrist. “Did you drive here?”

Leila answered truthfully, “No.”

“I’ll drive you,” Mason said.

With that, he turned and headed back to the bedroom to change clothes. After about five minutes, Mason emerged from the bedroom in a suit, carrying an extra suit jacket.

He strode out of the door, tossing the spare jacket to Leila. Leila instinctively caught it. “Mr. Ramirez, I feel that considering our superior-subordinate relationship, your behavior is a bit inappropriate.”

Mason stopped in his tracks and turned back. “Considering our superior-subordinate relationship, I think your way of speaking is a bit inappropriate.”

Leila apologised, and Mason was already striding forward again.

A few minutes later, Leila sat in the passenger seat, with Mason’s spare jacket to keep warm. Mason turned on the car’s air conditioning and played a soothing music track.

As they arrived at the hospital, Mason leaned against the steering wheel, lit a cigarette, and spoke in a low voice, “I’ll give you a week off and help with the handover.”

“Thank you,” Leila responded.

“I’m a businessman. I don’t make bad deals. Show me your sincerity,” Mason said, his tone as indifferent as his expression. But the more indifferent he seemed, the more reassured Leila felt.

Mason watched her enter the lobby through the car window before driving off, completely unaware that a woman wearing sunglasses and a black coat had captured a photo of him and Leila in the corner of the parking lot.

“Jennifer, is that Mason? What’s he doing in Yort city?”

“I saw a woman getting out of his car. At this hour, probably spent the night, huh?”

…

On the other side, as Leila stepped out of the elevator, she locked eyes with Daniel, who was sitting on a bench in the hallway, eating instant noodles.

Daniel quickly swallowed his mouthful of noodles and greeted Leila, “Miss Patel.”

Leila apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Daniel. You’ve helped me so much today, and I didn’t even manage to get you a proper dinner.”

Daniel smiled and replied, “It’s okay. I travel a lot, so it is common for me.”

Then, Daniel asked Leila, “Is your mom doing okay?”

Leila nodded, “She’s okay.”

Daniel reassured her, “You don’t need to worry too much. Mr. Ramirez said he’ll help find a kidney donor, so there shouldn’t be any problems.”

Leila commented, “He’s very kind.”

Daniel replied casually, “Yes, Mr. Ramirez has always been good.”

Leila suggested that Daniel go back to the hotel to rest.

Daniel took the opportunity to propose, “Your mom seems like she’ll need to stay in the hospital for a while longer, and you can’t be with her every day. Have you thought about hiring a caregiver?”

This suggestion hit close to home for Leila. She admitted honestly, “I have considered it, but I’m not sure about the salary.”

She had heard that caregivers in hospitals charged high fees. With her mom in the hospital needing surgery, she needed to budget every penny carefully.

Daniel added, “I’m not sure either, but today I saw a caregiver at the nursing station asking the nurses to help find work for her. It seems like the salary is around two hundred a day.”

“Two hundred a day?”

“Yeah, if you need it, I can ask about it tomorrow.”

Leila expressed her gratitude, “That would be great. Thank you.”

Daniel replied, “No problem.”

Leila returned to the hospital room, while Daniel took out his phone to send a message to Mason: [Boss, mission accomplished.]

Mason replied: [Well done.]This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.