The CEO Submits To Me

In the dim room, a thinly dressed man knelt in front of the closed door.

Maintaining the same posture for a long time made his legs numb, but he didn't dare to move at all. Sweat slid from his forehead into his lace shirt, and the part that was close to his body outlined his well-proportioned muscles.

The elevator around the corner arrived, and a man in a black shirt and a silver mask walked out. A wicked smile played on his face, and he held his chin and teased, "Did you see anyone today?"

The young man was too stubborn to say anything, only his furrowed brow revealed his physical discomfort.

The man in black wanted to make some more jokes when the assistant came out from the door and bowed, "Sir, the lady is waiting for you."

Sir Silver Eagle hooked his arm around his assistant's neck and spoke loudly, clearly aiming for the person before him to hear. "Hans, how could there be such a despicable person in the world? His wife has already said she doesn't want him anymore, yet he still shamelessly asks for trouble every day?"

Hans maintained a faint smile and reminded again, "It's getting late."

Sir Silver Eagle deliberately opened the door wide when he entered. The person at the door instinctively leaned in to look, but before they could see anything clearly, a cold rebuke rang out. "Don't move!"

Sir Silver Eagle gloated, "How pitiful!"

Closing the door, Jazz took off his mask for air and grumbled, "You don't like him anyway, so why don't you give him to me? I need someone who can carry the show."

Madame Iris handed him a glass of red wine and sat down beside him. "Our contract ended long ago. I have no right to dispose of him."

Sir Silver Eagle came over and smiled maliciously, "Rules are rules, but even without a contract, they would willingly stay with you. Why be so stubborn?"

"Entering a stable relationship requires clear rights and obligations beforehand. Otherwise, there are significant risks for both parties." Madam Iris took a sip of whiskey and chuckled. "Besides, you need a very well-behaved partner, and he's not capable of that."

"I think he's quite well behaved in front of you." Sir Silver Eagle raised his eyebrows.

"Then didn't you see that he was pretending?" Mrs. Iris took out a newly printed letter of complaint, the complaint being directed at the person outside the door.

Sir Silver Eagle became serious. This was no joke. The members of this high-end club were either rich or noble. It would be very troublesome to offend any one of them.

"Why don't we drive him away?"

"He came here for me. I'll just come less often next time." Madam Iris shook her glass. "Don't you want the millions in annual dues?"

Anyway, he doesn't take up much space in the club, so he still has to pay whether he comes or not.

Sir Silver Eagle shook his head repeatedly, "You are such a cruel woman!"

When you like someone, you carry them around all day long and spoil them to the point of wanton indulgence. When you no longer like them, you throw them aside like trash and walk away without hesitation.

"I just have a stronger sense of contract." Mrs. Iris clinked glasses with him, smiling frankly, without any sign of embarrassment at all.

The clothes worn by the two people were made of exactly the same material, and one could tell they were closely related without them even saying anything.

Sir Silver Eagle whispered, "Actually, if he can be completely obedient, there's no harm in keeping him around."

Mrs. Iris scoffed at this. "The only things in the world that shouldn't be looked directly at are the sun and the human heart. Everyone has a dark side, and I don't like that side of him."

"As long as he doesn't show it in front of you, it's really nothing."

Mrs. Iris glanced at the people around her, her warning clear. "Men's possessiveness is ingrained in their genes, and they easily become overreaching."

She had clearly proposed to end the relationship for such a long time but he still kept pestering her. If she really gave him the identity, he would have to get rid of everyone around her.

"Have you ever considered a long-term relationship? I mean, a serious one?" Sir Silver Eagle asked curiously.

Madam Iris thought for a moment and chuckled, "Perhaps, but few men would accept a relationship with a fixed term, right?"

Maybe, but what if?

Tonight's activities were about to begin in thirty minutes. Sir Silver Eagle pointed at the door with his head and asked, "What should we do with him?"

Madame Iris slowly put on her black leather gloves, picked up a pointer from the shelf, and waved it in the air a few times.

The teaching stick is made of bamboo, which is shiny and smooth, of appropriate thickness, and feels good in the hand. The sound of the wind when it is swung makes people who hear it subconsciously concentrate their attention.

"It's time enough." She pulled a cold smile at the corner of her mouth, fastened the mask on her face, and asked her assistant to open the door.

The sharp high heels are hidden in the wide black skirt. Although it is not clear, it does not hinder the huge pressure brought by the sound.

The man was taken into the house. Because of the walls equipped with good sound insulation cotton, no one could hear what was happening inside the house. Ten minutes later, she walked out of the house. The people behind her looked at her desperately and helplessly, with tears in their eyes.

"I've said it many times, the contract has ended, please keep your distance from me." Madam Iris said coldly.

It's easy to apologize, but it's really annoying to make the same mistake again and again.

"We can sign a new one, for three years! Five years! No! Ten years!" He wanted to chase after her in a panic, but was stopped by her cold eyes.

"How pathetic." Sir Silver Eagle leaned against the door and said sarcastically, "Lion, how can you be so stupid? Do you think this is a romantic love story? Some people can't be moved by pretending to be pitiful."

He squatted down, pinched Ryan's chin, and ruthlessly punctured Ryan's self-righteous fantasy, "She will never establish a relationship with anyone who doesn't sign a contract. You repeatedly challenge her bottom line. Do you really think that you are different from others just because you have been with her for a while? Don't be naive. You are just one of countless people."

Madam Iris handed the pointer to her assistant, Hans, and said, "Send him out" as she took off her gloves. She glanced at the man who had been met with a series of cold stares but still stared at her intently, and changed her mind. "Add a 15% service fee."

"Don't let me see you here, otherwise you will bear the consequences." Mrs. Iris said this and walked away without caring about Ryan's heartbroken expression.

Both parties to the contract should abide by the rules. There is no point in being stubborn.

As she was going downstairs, Mrs. Iris suddenly remembered something, "What was that business trip you told me about earlier?"

"Oh, it's a club. They wanted me to introduce a reliable person to temporarily oversee it for a few days. The reward is quite substantial." Sir Silver Eagle sent her the address. "I've booked a business class ticket as per your custom. We'll leave the day after tomorrow."

"That's great. I have something to buy." She looked at the address and said.

Sir Silver Eagle followed her and casually introduced a few basic situations.

"I didn't want to trouble you, but the situation is a little special. I'm afraid she'll get into trouble. You know, Mathilde is a very troublesome woman."

Mrs. Iris chuckled and said, "I am also a very troublesome woman."

"At least for me, your pickiness is completely tolerable." Sir Silver Eagle blinked and put her hand on his arm.

When Jane was changing her boarding pass, she was told that her ticket had been changed to first class because the flight was oversold.

But when she boarded the plane, she found that the business class was not full at all.

Are you sure you bought me a business class ticket?

[Of course! I asked someone to buy this specifically for you. No matter what happens to this plane, you'll definitely arrive on time!]

Jane thought for a moment and searched the price of first-class cabins. The price difference was huge.

[It's okay, maybe it's a coincidence. I got an upgrade.]

There were still a few minutes to spare before takeoff when William called quickly, his voice lazily as if he had just woken up. "I hope you can stay at the club. I'm almost too busy to handle it all by myself."

"We've talked about this already. Games are just a part of life for me, no different than going to the cinema."

The audio and video quality in the cinema is better, bu