The Seduction Contract 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

"As you wish, my CEO," Freya replied. A small, dangerous smile played on her lips as she turned the phone toward Michael and Cynthia. "The CEO wants to speak with you both. Do you still have so much to say?" Michael and Cynthia didn't even flinch. They burst into a loud, mocking laughter that drew the attention of the security guards. "Are we really supposed to believe that?" Michael sneered, shaking his head. "I know you’re a natural freak, Freya, but the one thing I actually used to love about you was how hard you would try just to impress me. This is pathetic. Go ahead—tell your fake audio CEO that I said he can go straight to hell." Freya slowly put the phone back to her ear, ready to apologize for Michael's mouth, but Darlington spoke first. "Don't worry," Darlington said. His voice was terrifyingly calm—the kind of calm that comes right before a storm. "I heard every word." The line went dead. On the other side of the city, Darlington sat in his car, his knuckles white as

"No... no!" Michael’s voice cracked. The arrogance he had been wearing like a suit of armor completely shattered. Now, there was only raw, ugly fear written all over his face. He scrambled to his feet, swaying slightly, his eyes darting between Darlington and the crowd of employees watching his downfall. "It hasn't gotten to that! Please!" Michael stammered, his hands shaking as he reached out toward Darlington. "It was just a minor misunderstanding. We’re all adults here. We can just sign the contract, forget all about this, and everyone goes home happy. Right?" "A minor misunderstanding?" Freya repeated. She stepped forward, her voice ringing out with a cold, clear authority. "You stood in front of this building and screamed at me. You insulted the CEO of this company. You caused a scene that blocked the entire entrance. You call that a misunderstanding?" "Yeah... I know," Michael said, his voice becoming a desperate whine. "I know I messed up. I think... I think I just drank too

"No. I am not coming with you, Darlington," Freya snapped. She turned her head away quickly, trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. She didn't want him to see how much his "random girl" comment had actually hurt her. She wanted to look strong, but her voice was trembling. "Go to your important meeting. Leave me here. I don’t care anymore." Darlington didn't move from the door. His face was set in a hard, serious expression that made him look older than he was. "Of course you are coming," he said, his voice dropping into that deep, low tone he used when he was giving orders. "I’m not making a plea, Freya. I’m not asking for your opinion. This is a command. You are coming with me right now." "I said I'm not coming!" Freya yelled, her anger finally exploding. She stepped right up to him, her small frame looking tiny against his massive height. "I don’t care if it’s a command! I don’t care if you own this building or this whole city! I am not coming with you

The air in the car turned freezing the moment the guard spoke. Darlington didn't panic; instead, he became deathly still. It was like his soul had left his body and been replaced by a cold, calculating machine. "Are the rest of the men still intact?" Darlington asked. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble that made the guard shiver. "Yes, sir," the guard replied, wiping sweat from his forehead. "But only five of our elite guards are in the meeting hall right now. The members of the inner circle are starting to panic. They’re scared, sir. The enemies have become much more serious and harsh. They didn't just scout the area—they came to kill." Darlington didn't hesitate. He stepped out of the car, his movements sharp and fast. He leaned back into the window to look at Freya. "Stay here," he ordered. "The glass is bulletproof. Lock the doors from the inside and do not open them for anyone but me or Kelvin. You’ll be safe here." Before Freya could even argue, he slammed the door and wa

Fine," Darlington said. His voice was thick with a desperation he had never felt before. He held his hands out, showing he wasn't reaching for his weapon. "You win. You’ll get the files. You can have anything you want—money, territory, the documents—just let the girl go. She isn't part of this war. She’s innocent." The man let out a loud, mocking laugh that echoed through the ruined hall. "Wow. I really like this," he sneered, pressing the barrel of the gun harder against Freya’s temple. "So, the legendary, tough-as-nails CEO has a soft spot for this little girl? That’s interesting. I wonder what your face would look like if I just decided to pull this trigger anyway? Would you cry, Darlington?" "This isn't a game!" Darlington roared, taking a half-step forward before the man growled at him to stay back. "She has nothing to do with my business. I’m the one you’ve been fighting for years. I’m the one you want to kill. Take me instead." "Oh, but you’re wrong. You aren't the one I wan