All Chapters of The spoiled protégée of the ruthless CEO: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Let’s get you back to the mansion. The police took over the city but still, it won’t be safe till a week later,” said Claude while taking Charlotte from Flora’s embrace. Gimmy helped Flora get out. The poor woman looked pale as a leaf. Claude saw it and bit his lower lip secretly: First, the truth will hurt you, torment you to the core. Then, it will set you free. “How are Vlad and the others?” Asked Flora. She concealed her agony for a second so she could come back to take care of others around her. Flora never failed to surprise Claude. “Vlad got shot. But it is not life-threatening.” “Goodness me!” Flora hurried out to check on Vlad outside, while Gimmy asked his boss: “Was her hiding voice proof?” “I don’t think so” “The poor lady. I can’t believe such an angelic woman is the daughter of that b*stard.” “Nor do I… Nor do I…” Flora reached the outside gasping. She found Vlad by the car, discussing with some of his buddies: “Vlad!” Vlad turned to Flora and moved his head

Flora was half asleep. She was probably delusional. Then she felt some rough lips touching, caressing, suffocating hers, and she lost consciousness for good. The kiss was hard, yet sweet and warm. She couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality. But she could tell that it was the sweetest feeling ever. The only kisses she got after her mother’s death, were Jack’s kisses. And they were extremely painful and harsh. But although this kiss is masculine and tough, it was gentle too. And it was gentle enough to drive the anxious heart of Flora, to calm down.When Flora woke up. She was clean and tidy. Someone showered her, removed her makeup, and changed her clothes into a white nightgown. Flora tried to stand up but two things prevented her: The first was her stomach ache, and the second was the red ropes chaining her hands. She looked around to ask for help when she saw him sitting next to her bed.Claude almost fell asleep by the bed of Flora. Under the fragile light of the cloudy morning,

“The sleeping beauty will wake up in an hour or something,” Claude said after his call with Jade.Flora shook her head in understanding and looked to Carl who sighted in relief and at Lottie who was still asleep. A While ago, Gimmy got the kids back from the hospital. There were no added implants in their bodies. Lottie got proper treatment but she was still unconscious.Martha and Flora prepared three rooms on the first floor to be used by the kids and their nanny. The rooms were not far from the principal hall of the mansion, but they were quite away from Claude’s department:“Aren’t you going to work, sir?” asked Flora in a low voice.“Not yet. At least I want to see the girl awake,” responded Claude who was sitting on the couch by her side“You are extremely careful, aren’t you?”“I am just responsible.”Carl sat on the carpet, by the bed of Lottie. He held her hand and put his head on the bed. He was exhausted after all the action last night. And he needed sleep. Yet, although Fl

Carl was tired, so Flora asked him to take some rest while she take care of Lottie's needs: - I took the day off. We can spend the whole day together!- Do you have another job, Sister Flora?- Yes, I do work as a florist.Lottie laughed hard: - A florist called Flora!Flora shared her laugh: - If sir allows it, you can spend a day with me in the flower shop.- I would like to! I adore flowers!Lottie and Flora went along well. They shared many interests and they both possessed a high amount of empathy and gentleness. After some chatting, Martha bought them a fancy breakfast: Soft eggs, brownies, cream cake, strawberry juice, chocolate milk, cappuccino, bacon, Feta cheese, Gouda cheese, Parmesan cheese, croissant, pain aux Chocolat, and some fruits and fresh veggies. - Oh, Aunt Martha! You didn't have to tire yourself that much! We had to go to eat in the kitchen! Apologized Flora.- Never mind, madam! It's no big deal. Plus, the young master ordered the workers to make sure you a

When Mielle heard the doorbell, she jumped from her place. And when she saw the face of the visitor she sighed, bothered: “It is you!”It was Claude Knightly.“The coffee shop is still open I suppose?” he said while flipping the door’s signboard to ‘CLOSED’.“We don’t have enough luxury to welcome you properly Mr. Knightly!” mocked she“Gosh, Mielle! Can’t you even bother hiding your hate?!” laughed he.Mielle laughed too. She asked him to sit by the window and prepared him a bitter espresso:“The usual!” she said “With no sugar”“Thank you, dear.”“You sure you don’t want some cake or cookies?”“No, please. I detest sweet things”“Yet you like Flora!”“Flora will always be the exception!”They laughed again.“A cigar?” she proposed “I don’t encourage customers to smoke to keep the atmosphere clean. But, no one is here except us. So I will allow it just once”“That’s extremely generous!” Claude accepted the offer.Mielle took a wooden box out of the shelve and gave a Cuban cigar to Cl