In the subtly luxurious conference room, Adam stood in ba /bcustom–made ck suit, looking handsome and dignified. He was leading the senior executives of Alvarez Group bin /ba meeting with Mark Vro, the CEO of LeVinci from Frankford

“Mrs. Alvarez, Mr. Alvarez speaks excellent Francian. He knows over 20nguages and never needs a trantor,” the receptionist said, offering Celine ba /bcup of coffee

Celine smiled. “Thank you”

“You’re wee, Mrs. Alvarezb. /bI’ll be going then,” the receptionist said before leaving

“Okay.”

After the receptionist lett, Celine’s gaze shifted back to the bfloor/b–to–ceiling windows, watching Adam inside. He bwas /bspeaking to Mark in wless Francian

The scene with top executives mingling in a business meeting gave Celine a sense of opulence and indulgence. Through the ss, she could see Adam exuding a morous, intoxicating presence.

It was no wonder so many women were drawn to him. First was Carly, and now Nikki

When Adam was serious, he carried an air of reserved elegance bthat /bseemed almost unattainably cold. However, as she recalled how he had pressured her, she couldn’t help but feel that he bwas /ba man of contradictions.

On the surface, he appeared restrained, but beneath it, he was a beast hiding behind a facade of control.

A mischievous thought crossed Celine’s mind. She took out her phone and opened up her WhatsApp to send him a

message.

In the conference room, Adam’s phone pinged. He was speaking with Mark, but upon hearing the notification, he took his phone out of his pocket. It was a message from Celine. “Mr. Alvarezb, /bI’vee to beg you.”

Adam nced up, looking through the bright window at Celine sitting outside. She wore ba /bbwhite /bshirt and a striped skirt, with a beige baseball jacket draped over her shoulders. Her long, dark hair was tied into a high ponytail, giving her a pure and innocent appearance.

Their eyes met across the room.

Mark noticed Celine as well and asked in Francian, , “Mr. Alvarez, who is this?”

Adam looked at her for a moment before turning back to Mark “She’s my wife.”

Mark was surprised. “Is Mrs. Alvarez still a student?”

Adam nodded. “Yes.”

He then turned his attention back to business with Mark. He spared her another nce before focusing on the matter at hand. It was clear he was busy, and she was to wait.

As Celine gazed at Adam’s handsome,posed figure, she felt a mischievous streak rise within her. She btook /bbout /bher phone and scrolled through her gallery, sending him banother /bmessage.

Adam’s phone rang again. He paused, briefly excused himself and checked the message from Celine.

Celine’s message was an animated image of a woman licking a lollipop seductively. bIt /bpopped up on Adam’s phone, just like bone /bof those intrusive ads that appear in the corner bof /ba website.

His expression darkened as he blooked /bat her through the ss. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of restraint and barely contained desire. The silent warning in his eyes was unmistakable.

If it had been Carly or Nikki, they would have melted under his gaze, but Celine wasn’t so easily intimidated.

She smirked, knowing full well that he liked to y the unapproachable, stoic man. He liked to make her beg, but Celine had a different idea. She bwould /btear down his facade and bshow /bthe world the side of him that was far more dangerous than he let on

Mark noticed the intensity of Adam’s gaze and followed it toward Celine. He couldn’t help butpliment her, “Mrs. Alvarez has such a remarkable presence. Her beauty is almost ethereal.”

Adam’s threat involuntarily bobbed as he heard the bpraise/b. Celle truly did have the face of an angel, untouched by the world, but she dared send those yful, seductive images during his bserious /bmeeting

That was something Adam found intriguing about her. She was ba /bcontradiction–her innocence was captivating, yet she knew exactly how to wield her allure.