Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

Scarlett took it out carefully and looked at it. It was a luxurious item, so she thought she would fit right in that outfit at Chuck’s birthday party where Irving’s who’s who would certainly be. It was also just the right color– a light pink–for Scarlett to look elegant and refined. “This is it!” Scarlett was pleased with her choice.

Scarlett put on the high heels Skyler had bought for her and suddenly realized that she hadn’t yet called Skyler today. She immediately took out her phone and gave Skyler a call.

Scarlett could practically hear Skyler’s great resentment of hospital life through the mobile phone, so Scarlett decided to hang the phone up just in time to prevent him from making another request to leave the hospital.

Alan was already waiting at the gate when Scarlett walked out.

He had cleaned up nicely: he was wearing a suit, and his hair was gelled down neatly. He got out of the car and opened the door for Scarlett.

But Scarlett was actually wishing she could run to Skyler and get him out of the hospital as soon as possible. Nonetheless, she had made a commitment to Chuck. Besides, Skyler’s wounds hadn’t completely healed up yet. He needed to spend some more time under the watchful eyes of the hospital nurses until he could get back to his busy life at university.

When they arrived at the Sandler villa, Scarlett was amazed, yet again, by the grandness of the house. It was as ornate and imposing as the White House.

The car drove all the way into the house, passing the huge fountain, the green lawns, the colorful lights, and finally arriving at the magnificent main building. Along the way, Scarlett suddenly realized why so many women squeezed their way into marriages with wealthy but ugly men. Living in such a palace must be amazingly enjoyable!

When they walked into the banquet hall, Chuck immediately spotted them and gave them both a bright smile. But as the host today, he was too busy to absent himself from entertaining the guests.

“Who is he talking to?” Scarlett asked Alan.

Allan handed her a glass of champagne and said, “Mayor of Jordan. S…Ah, I forgot his name.”

Scarlett was so stunned that she almost choked on her champagne.

“And that one?” Scarlett pointed in the direction of another man who was standing next to Chuck.

Allan looked for a moment and then said, “Hmm… some finance minister?”

Scarlett looked at him seriously and said, “What kind of champagne did you even give me? I think I’m already drunk! Is everything real here? Where the hell am I…”

Allan looked at her puzzled face and couldn’t help but laugh. “Anyway, Chuck is the only male offspring of the third generation of the Sandler family. So…he’s actually got great responsibilities on his shoulders!”

Scarlett grew curious, “His uncle doesn’t have children?”

“Francis got divorced several years ago and had no children. And Edward just turned 30 this year and is still unmarried.” Allan told her all the details.

Scarlett smiled, “I just couldn’t even imagine how many women must be fighting to marry these two golden bachelors!”

“Ha! You bet!”

Ah! So Francis was back. Scarlett’s eyes were sharp, and she saw the tall figure in the center of the crowd. Francis had gone on a business trip to China last week, and that was why he hadn’t picked Scarlett up from the hospital.

He was holding a glass of wine and listening carefully to the people next to him. In the middle of a group of stout, bald men with big bellies, he seemed especially attractive.

Within seconds, Alan disappeared. He had found some girl. They walked towards the dance floor outside the hall and left Scarlett standing there– all alone.

“Damn!” Scarlett thought of the time when Chuck had locked her outside the room because he was hooking up with some girl. She was annoyed, but at least this time that she had been left alone, there were unlimited free drinks from the bar!

“Are you Scarlett?”

Having been accosted by women too frequently recently, Scarlett turned around very naturally with an elegant smile, “Hello, yes, hi! I’m Scarlett.”

The woman in front of her was different from the other women Scarlett had seen before at the restaurant. She was wearing a backless dress that revealed her elegant form. She appeared confident, dignified, and utterly beautiful. Her eyes seemed calm and tranquil– Scarlett wished she could appear so composed. Noticing her neat short hair, the shape of her face, and her angled eyebrows, Scarlett quickly guessed who this mysterious woman was.

“You are Stella Sandler, right? Chuck has told me so much about you! It’s a shame this is the first time that we are actually meeting in person, though! You’re absolutely gorgeous!”

Stella’s eyes flashed with joy, and she smiled. She raised her glass of wine and said, “You flatter me. It’s wonderful to meet you finally.”

“Nice to meet you!” Scarlett raised her glass and clinked it.

“Did I interrupt your socializing? If you’re busy, you can…” Scarlett sensed that Stella was not planning to leave. But she saw the members of the Sandler family were all busy talking to important members of the Irving business community.

Stella smiled and said, “Not at all. I’m not interested in all that business stuff.”

“Oh, yeah, totally. Me neither, to be honest. I find it all super boring.” Scarlett snorted.

Stella continued to say, “By the way, I have a fashion studio under my name, and we also publish a monthly fashion magazine. I was wondering… would you like to model for our special edition next month? We’re celebrating our first anniversary!” This was the first idea popping up in her mind when she saw Scarlett on the Internet for the first time.

“Of course, I would be glad and honored to do it. But I am not a professional model… is that okay?” Scarlett said with confusion.

“Sure, I think you’d be great! You don’t need professional experience per se,” she said. “As for the payment, I’m sure we could work something out! We pay competitive rates to all of our models.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.