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Tempting The Mysterious CEO

She once belonged to the elite circle; however, the cruel people behind them schemed several tricks to drag her entire family into a mud pit. First, her father was accused of being a corrupt politician, sending him to jail. Her mother barely accepts the truth that they were framed and humiliated, pushing her to commit suicide. Her youngest sister suddenly disappeared without any trace. And she was falsely accused as a whore after being sent to someone’s bed that she thought was her fiance’s bedroom. The schemers robbed everything that belonged to them, and she was driven into the deep abyss. Five years later, she became a fashion designer; however, a strange man blocked her path, claiming to be her children’s father.
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Chapter 2

Five years later, at the train station of Blue Field City, Cristelle was tiredly looking out of the window, her arms wrapping tightly around her twins.

Some kind pedestrians sent her to the hospital on that cruel winter night. She had thought her life would be miserable. But the arrival of her lovely son and daughter had changed her life.

Being a single mother was not easy. To raise the babies, she needed to take three jobs.

Recently, her daughter, Candace, was diagnosed with selective mutism. Cristelle had to move from their remote town to the big city to find a better doctor for her.

The doctor in their town told her that this kind of condition needed to be treated before Candace’s adulthood. Or it would only be more difficult for the girl to recover.

Cristelle quit her job without any hesitation.

She was determined to make Candace better.

Her babies were her everything.

“Mom, hold on tight to my hand. This station is too crowded. We need to stay together or you will get lost,” Cody looked up as he held Cristelle’s hand after they got off the train.

Cristelle smiled and grabbed her little man’s hand, another arm carrying Candace. Cody’s hand felt soft and warm in her palm. The boy was a genius. He was far more intelligent and understanding than most kids of his age. And he never hesitated to show his care and love to her. The fact made Cristelle extremely proud.

With the comfort of her baby boy, everything suddenly didn’t seem so hopeless.

“I know, sweetie. But you also need to hold Mommy’s hand very tightly, okay? It would be best if you didn’t get lost,” Cristelle smiled at her boy.

“Okay,” Cody nodded.

Candace started to wriggle in her arm when they left the train station. Cristelle knew the girl probably wanted to pee. So she brought the babies to the nearest stripping mall.

“Mom, you go to the girl’s room with Candace. I’ll be here waiting for you guys,” Cody mentioned to them calmly.

Cristelle patted the boy’s fluffy head, “You need to stay here very still, okay? Don’t run around, or Mommy won’t be able to find you later. Candace and I will come back really soon.”

Cody nodded, “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll be fine.” Cody was a smart boy. Cristelle didn’t worry that he would follow any strangers away. But Blue Field City was huge. She just needed to be cautious.

After giving birth to the babies, Cristelle lost the strength to work for a couple of months, and she failed to pay her rent. For that reason, she had to live in her Uncle’s house for a while.

Back then, Uncle and his wife could still take care of the twins for her when she left for work. But now that she had moved to a strange place, she probably needed to consider accepting help from social workers.

When Cristelle took Candace to the bathroom, Cody just stood outside and waited. He looked tiny and cute. A lot of strangers came forth to ask if he couldn’t find his mom. The boy only shook his head.

Meanwhile, Linford Bradley happened to walk out of the elevators. His assistant followed him, reporting his schedule for the day.

Before Linford could walk out of the mall, a tiny hand suddenly tugged at the hem of his suit.

Linford dropped his gaze and saw a small boy.

“Sir, you dropped your folder,” Cody politely handed a blue folder to Linford. Linford’s assistant dropped a folder when they walked out of the elevator. Cody saw that happen from a distance. So he picked it up and sent it to them.

Linford pulled a handsome face, staring at the tiny ball of cuteness before him at his full 6’4 height.

He was not a rude person. He just seldom smiled as the CEO of the biggest business group in the city.

For some reason, his heart melted as he saw the cute little boy.

This was weird. Linford was sure he had never seen this kid in his life before. But the boy just looked extremely familiar... He didn’t remember having any cousins at this age.

Linford turned to face his assistant sternly. He really didn’t know how to handle little kids. Do they bite?

His assistant, Alfred, took the folder from the little boy, smiling warmly, “Thanks for sending this folder to us, kiddo. That’s really kind of you.”

“You’re welcome,” Cody nodded politely and turned around.

Alfred stared at the boy for a while and let out a smile, “Sir, don’t you think the boy looks quite like you? Especially his eyes...”

The little boy suddenly stopped in his course as he heard what Alfred had just said.

Furious, the boy whipped around and snapped, “Nonsense! I don’t look like him at all! I’m more good-looking than him! You’re rude!”

Cody hated it when people teased that he looked like some random guys. He knew those comparisons always made his Mommy sad.

Alfred’s mouth fell open, not knowing why his words made the boy so mad.

Linford could see the disgust clearly in the boy’s eyes. Of course, he didn’t expect the boy to be so full of temper. But he also couldn’t deny the boy looked quite like himself.

Linford was the most powerful man in this city, and people tended to suck up to him. He didn’t expect the boy to hate him so much.

This was quite interesting.

Linford’s lips curled up into a smirk, “Yep, Alfred. You’re definitely blind. I don’t think we share any similarities.”

Cody rolled his eyes and walked away, holding his little chin up.

Linford shook his head and walked out of the hall. Alfred followed up, still confused as hell.

****

Cristelle couldn’t get used to the fast pace of the big city. She compared a couple of locations and decided to rent a cheap apartment not far from the area where she would send her resume and apply for a job.

Candace’s condition would cost her a lot of money. She needed to save every penny she could get.

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