Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 357

John coughed. “Ms. Lane, you can start with the advantage your company has, such as—”

“Lane Corporation has advantage? Get real,” Evan shot John down.

John piped down. If the corporation has no advantage to speak of, then what do you want her to talk about? It’s impossible.

Nicole frowned. She had the same question John had. What should I talk about if my company has no advantage at all?

“Your company might have no advantage, but not you. You can appeal to my emotions,” Evan reminded her, but John was shocked to hear that.

Mr. Seet hates underhanded tricks like moral blackmailing, and now he wants Ms. Lane to do it? Wait, is he asking her to sell herself out? Oh my god, Mr. Seet.

“Appeal to your emotions?” Nicole’s brows furrowed. How am I supposed to do that? We have no love between us.

Unbeknownst to Nicole, Evan had found out she was the young lady back then. She thought he was talking about her giving birth to Juan and Kyle. Maybe he’s talking about that.

She coughed. “Mr. Seet, if you agree to work with us and give us a leg up, once I get the corporation up and running, I’ll buy everything money can buy for our sons. They’ll—”

“Do you seriously think my sons need anything else?” Evan stopped her. Is she not going to talk about when we were kids?

Nicole was stumped. Yeah, he doesn’t need money, so why did I say that anyway? Hm, so how should I appeal to his emotions?

Nicole mulled over it for a moment. “Mr. Seet, please help me this time, for the time we spent together in Rose Garden.”

John looked up at Evan carefully. Oh my god, did I guess it right? Is that why Mr. Seet is annoyed? Man, I’m too smart to be here. ”Mr. Seet, I’m just giving her a pointer. You’re being too reserved. She can’t get what you mean.”

“I don’t need your reminder! You’re making things worse! Get out!”

Wait, I’m making things worse? Oh, so that wasn’t what he wanted? ”Mr. Seet, if you’re not planning on doing that, then why did you ask her to appeal to your emotions? Just go on with work—”

Evan gave him a sharp glare that shut him up, and he scurried out of the room like a scared mouse. When he was far enough, John heaved a sigh.

He looked inside and shook his head. “You really think I like being the third wheel? You think I’m in the way, well I think you’re too reserved. Just tell her that you like her, gosh. Appeal to your emotions? Man…”