Hidden Flash Marriage: Love Me Back, Mr CEO

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Beats Corporations HQ.

“Have George drive the car to the entrance. I’m leaving now,” ordered CEO Shawn.

He retrieved his overcoat from the rack, making a swift exit from his opulent office, trailed by his personal assistant carrying his briefcase.

Lucas, caught off guard, glanced at his wristwatch-it was just after eight.

Still too early.

Typically, the CEO worked until almost midnight before departing. But these days…

“You don’t understand, do you?” Shawn’s deep voice interrupted Lucas’s train of thought.

“Sir?” He blinked, watching the Big Boss’s back as they entered the elevator.

“Um. That’s because you’re not married yet. Your lonely, single self can’t relate to being a diligent, loving, and caring husband like me,” boasted the CEO, hands pocketed.

Lucas was stunned. ‘Wow.’

“You can never relate,” he added, clicking his tongue.

The elevator doors slid open upon reaching the ground floor, and the Big Boss and his subordinate headed straight to the entrance.

Walking briskly, Lucas felt his phone vibrate in his hand.

Glancing at the screen, he discovered an anonymously sent message. Clicking on it, his eyes widened as he scrolled through its content.

Wasn’t that the… His eyes narrowed at once.

“Are you fed up with your job?” Shawn reached the car and stared at his assistant, who had suddenly stopped midway.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Lucas quickly resumed walking.

As soon as he got to his boss’s side, he muttered, “You need to see this, Sir.”

Shawn retrieved the phone from his outstretched hand.

Immediately he set his eyes on the screen, his face darkened at once. Though the photos were dim, he could clearly make out the faces of the two people hugging in them.

One was his wife, and the other… a bastard he needed to deal with immediately.

He handed Lucas’s phone back, and before one could say “jack,” he took swift, large strides around the car, wrenching open the driver’s side door.

Wordlessly, he yanked his chauffeur out by the collar and got in. The next second, he hit the accelerator and sped off.

Before that moment, Lucas had instructed George to head home and quickly slid into the passenger’s seat.

He tightly gripped the grab handle, his life seemingly hanging in the balance as the CEO exceeded speed limits, disregarding all regulatory lights and guidelines.

Shawn felt his blood boil, his sole focus now fixated on his mission.

After covering some ground, he deftly maneuvered the car onto the Davis family’s estate, screeching to a halt in front of their mansion.

Without shutting off the engine, he exited the car and stormed directly into the mansion. Lucas hurriedly trailed behind, repeatedly calling, “Boss, Boss…”

However, Shawn remained impervious to his words, his strides unwavering.

Inside the mansion, the Davis family was in the midst of a dinner at the dining table, with Stella and her family also in attendance.

Despite the Clifford family having separate rooms in the Davis Family’s mansion, their primary residence was also within the estate. They chose to be on their own.

However, since Yvonne’s return, they had chosen to stay in the mansion. Stella couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her two younger siblings alone in the same house.

Fearing the unknown consequences of their unsupervised time together, she implored her husband to allow them to temporarily reside in the mansion.

“This hits!” Veronica mumbled with a mouthful of food, releasing a contented sigh. “Exactly what I need after a hectic day at work.”

“Considering quitting?” Evans, her father, teased.

“What?!” She exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief.

Laughter erupted from everyone.

“Give my niece a break, Evans,” Yvonne complained.

“Just pulling her leg,” Evans chuckled in response. “Vee won’t relent until she gets what she wants, right, Vee?”

Amidst this, a sudden commotion echoed from the front door, jolting the entire family.

“I’ll go check.” Damien swiftly pushed his chair back, heels hitting the floor.

As he approached the doorway, about to exit the dining room, an unexpected blow knocked him to the floor.

The room, caught completely off guard, erupted in a collective shriek of horror.

“How dare you lay your filthy hands on her?!” Shawn bellowed in rage, hauling Damien up by the collars.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Another punch connected with his handsome face, causing him to crash to the floor once more.

“Are you out of your mind?!” Stella shouted, fear gripping her at the sight before her.

Rushing to her brother’s side, she squatted low beside him, anxiously asking, “are you alright?”

A sneer tugged at the corner of Shawn’s mouth as he looked down upon Damien. “This is the last time I’ll warn you. If I catch you near my wife again, it’ll be your head off your neck.”

“Shawn!” Stella was stupefied and speechless. How could he…?

Having said his piece, Shawn turned and strode out of the mansion. Without thinking, Yvonne quickly rushed after him.

Damien remained on the floor, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

Taken aback, the Clifford family exchanged puzzled looks.

By the time Yvonne caught up with Shawn, he had reached his car and was about to enter.

“She’s only using you!” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Can’t you see?! You’ve always been intelligent, so why can’t you see that she’s only after your wealth? She doesn’t love you. Please, get it togeth-”

“It’s my wealth, isn’t it?” Shawn cut her off sharply. “I don’t mind at all.”

“What?!” Yvonne was shocked.

Without another word, he stepped into the car.

Lucas promptly closed the car door after his boss and headed to the driver’s side.

He pressed on the accelerator, and the car zoomed off.

Yvonne stood frozen in place, her legs weakening as tears streamed down her face, watching the car retreat.

He didn’t mind… Here she was, wealthy, and yet he didn’t want her. What did he see in that girl-a gold digger?

Shawn’s chest heaved visibly as he leaned back against the headrest, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm his nerves.

When the vehicle finally drove into the CEO’s residence, Jasper was already waiting by the front door to give his daily report. However, before he could speak, the big boss beat him to it, “How did you let that happen?”

Shawn’s temper had slightly subsided by then.

Jasper’s eyes subtly wavered upon hearing the inquiry. ‘The Big Boss is already aware.’

Swiftly, he bowed his head respectfully, “I apologize, Sir. Rest assured, such a thing won’t occur again.”

Shawn’s mouth twitched. “Be warned.” He looked away and proceeded inside the house.

“Welcome, Young Master,” the workers chorused upon their boss’s arrival.

Silence met their greeting, a familiar response to the employees.

Without acknowledging anyone, Shawn ascended the stairs directly to his bedroom.

Pausing at the door, he stared at it for a few moments before finally turning the doorknob.