The CEO’s Pet Cat

The next day before dawn, Mia brought her long-packed things down from the living room on the second floor.

There wasn’t really anything to pack, all her stuff, and it was just a bag that couldn’t be any smaller. Everything at the villa, she hadn’t even touched at all.

She’d been up all night last night, too busy erasing her traces from this villa, too busy forgetting everything about this place, and even more about the people here.

Standing in front of the living room door, looking at the cottage where she had lived for some time, her cold eyes crumbled at that moment, a sourness flooded her eyes and tears almost came spilling out, but she tilted her head and forced herself to force them back.

She kept cheering herself up: don’t cry, Mia, you are reborn today, don’t stay here, you’ve never been here and you’ve never seen any of the people here.

After standing for who knows how long, Mia turned to leave the empty living room, her forlorn back, against the fish-belly white sky, and slowly left the luxurious villa, where a long-awaited taxi was parked outside the solid carved iron gate.

Mia opened the car door and glanced back lingeringly at the room she had stayed in, her mind going back to the lingering memories of the two men.

But even if he had to leave today, that man wouldn’t have anything to give up, right? After all, in his life, women were all just tools to let off steam. Not to mention, she was just a pet.

It wasn’t until the taxi driver urged her again and again that Mia forced herself to withdraw her fond gaze and ducked short into the cab.

Unbeknownst to her, a slender figure stood behind the curtain, his ink-black eyes locked on her figure. Seeing the taxi she got into leave his range of vision, his fingers gave the cloth curtain clutched between his palms a tight grip that turned into a shape.

Asher’s gloomy face looked at the jaded figure, his face ironic and his dark eyes cold as ice. A stern aura emanated from his surroundings, and the temperature around him instantly dropped a few degrees.

This woman, to walk away so unattached …

Little did Mia know that while she was busy packing, Asher was watching her from a short distance away. How could it not anger him to watch her busy through the night, anxious to remove any trace of her from this villa, to see the woman who claimed to love her so desperately wanting to disappear?

A feeling of powerlessness rose up in Asher’s heart at the thought of the two’s relationship ending here. It was even, mixed with a vague pain.

“Damn it!” A hard punch smashed the glass in the window. Asher’s slender palm was already bleeding out, and he wasn’t even aware of it.

The relationship between the two, that’s how it ended.

One week later.

Claude sat in a cafe, stirring his coffee in his hand in boredom, swiping at the designer watch on his wrist and sighing lowly again.

This morning, Mia called him out of the blue and asked him to come to this cafe, saying she had something important to tell him.

He already knew from Asher’s daily gloomy and unchanging face that Mia had left Asher’s villa. That meant that the relationship between the two was also over. But what exactly did Mia want from him?

“Claude, you’re quite punctual.” He was just lost in thought when Mia’s crisp voice interrupted his thoughts. A figure sat in front of him, carrying a faint scent of fragrance.

“How dare I not come when your old man summons me?” Flirting out of habit, Claude looked up at Mia across the table.

Mia was wearing a nude dress today, her hair was up high, showing her bare forehead, and her clear eyes were looking at him with a smile. The current Mia seemed to have a few more flavors added to her body, making people want to look at her more.

Claude stared at her intently, trying to find the sadness in her, and he could see that Mia was head over heels for Asher.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Claude’s x-ray like stare made Mia uncomfortable, slowly putting the drink down in her hand and giving the man across from her a fierce glare, “Claude, what kind of look is that? Do, you have to see me crying for days for you to be comfortable?”

“I already know you left the Jun family, so tell me, what do you want to see me about today? It’s not just a little get-together to chat with old friends on their way out, is it?” At Mia’s bloodthirsty words, Claude immediately snapped a bit and hurriedly changed the subject, “Or are you just showing me today that you’ve become more attractive to men’s eyes nowadays?”

Hearing his still flirtatious tone, Mia couldn’t help but sigh, “Claude, of course I came to see you because I had something to do, please be decent, okay?”

With that, Mia pulled out a bank card from the bag she carried, placed it on the table and slid it in front of his eyes, “This is more money from Asher, could you please pass it on to him.”

She hadn’t wired money to the orphanage for a long time, and when she went to the bank at noon today to see the remittance, she realized that she had an extra $10 million in her account for no reason, and even after deducting the cost of her temporary girlfriend she still had an extra $5 million.

Claude gazed at the green card for a long moment before looking up at the woman across the table, “You deserve this, Asher will give it to you …”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was immediately interrupted by Mia, “I’ll only take what I’m entitled to, and I won’t take a penny more than that.”

Looking at Mia’s icy stare, Claude froze for a moment, he shook his head and reached forward to push the card on the table, “I can’t take this, it’s from Asher, I have no right to …”

“Claude, if you’re still my friend, help me give him back the money on this card. Or, do you wish to see us tangled up again?” Mia said coldly, “For the rest of my life, I don’t want to see him again!”

Before Claude could say anything, a man’s call came from not too far away, and Mia turned back quickly when she heard it, waving a hand at a stylishly dressed man across the room, indicating for him to wait a little longer, who gave her an ok gesture.

The sight of the man across the room brought a thoughtful look to Claude’s eyes.

Mia turned back around, her smiling face instantly returning to the seriousness of a moment ago, slowly rising from the wicker chair with the bag in her hand, her eyes blandly gazing at the man in front of her, “Claude, just give these to Asher, I never want to see him again!”

With that, she nodded at Claude and walked briskly over to the waiting man, and the two left the cafe with a laugh.

Is this considered a forced win?

Claude looked with difficulty at the hot potato laid out on the table and his mind couldn’t help but start to wander, remembering the icy look in Asher’s eyes when he saw the bank card and Claude couldn’t help but shiver. A bitter smile curled his lips as he helplessly took the bank card in his hand.

A series of cell phone rings interrupted his thoughts and Claude picked up the phone, “Asher …”

“What did she tell you?” The Asher on the other end didn’t even have any nonsense and went straight to the point.

Claude craned his head and searched around quickly, soon finding Asher’s slender figure in a nondescript corner. Sharply, he hung up the phone in his hand and walked rather helplessly towards Asher, hoping that later he could escape fast enough not to be hurt by an innocent.

As soon as Asher’s eyes made contact with the bank card in Claude’s hand, a furious storm instantly surged under his eyes and his low voice was filled with chill, “What does it mean when this bank card is in your hand?”

Claude pretended to be helpless and spread his hands, “Your little wildcat is too much of a character, people can’t see the money you gave them and made me give it back to you!”

Shady eyes instantly assaulted Claude’s face and Asher’s voice immediately turned icy cold, “You shouldn’t have taken it, she deserved it!”

Damn it! Did that woman have to have such a backbone! Did she have to make him feel guilty for even leaving! God knows, after seeing the bank card, he really wanted to strangle that woman right now!

Looking thoughtfully into his friend’s cold, shady eyes, Claude shrugged helplessly, “As you can see, she was in a hurry to leave and threw down her bank card and gave it to me, so there was nothing I could do about it!”

Thinking of the man who had just accompanied her, Asher’s beady eyes instantly smeared with a layer of grimness, a chilling gaze fiercely glaring at the bank card in his hand, the dominance in his eyes showing.

Even if he doesn’t want her, she can’t be another man! She, Mia, can only be his Asher’s!

Three months later.

Mia was wearing a dark green uniform, a slightly loose slouchy top with wide eighths pants, revealing her slender white hands and feet, her long hair flowing with the wind, looking ethereal to the extreme. However, there had been a sadness, if any, under her eyes that she couldn’t seem to get rid of.

Mia’s feet had just walked out of the company’s front door when a man then caught up with her waving a file in his hand, panting and stopping her, handing Mia the file in his hand, “Sister Wen, your stuff.”

Mia looked at the man who had stopped her suspiciously, her gaze dawning on a small face as she saw the file in his hand. Giving him a small smile, she reached out and took it, “Thanks, if this paper doesn’t get finished tonight, I’m in for a bad day tomorrow.”

This is the subject she will be in charge of today.

Seeing the smile on Mia’s face, the man’s eyebrows involuntarily knitted as he looked at her with a worried expression, “Sister Wen, are you not in a good mood lately?”

Mia froze, then raised an innocent smile and shook her head, but there was a hidden gloom under her eyes, “I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“That’s good, ever since you came back from your long leave, it feels like you’ve been soul-dead, but since Sister Wen said it’s fine then it is!” The man smiled brightly at her before turning and running back into the company building.