All Chapters of Be Gentle With Me, Mr. CEO: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Under everyone's gaze, Mercer stepped onto the stage. He shook hands with Nelson and Melinda, then took the microphone. Then, he turned to the audience. "Everyone, first I would like to apologize to Mr. Lowry Senior and his wife. I have taken something they cherish."He then lowered his head in apology to Nelson and Melinda.Mercer continued, "I bought this brooch today to give to the person I love most. I hope that my beloved and I can have a long, happy life together like Mr. and Mrs. Lowry Senior."Many young women in the audience looked envious upon hearing this. Mercer, a highly eligible bachelor, was a dream for many.Hearing this, Calla glanced at Sophie in the audience.At that moment, Sophie was listening to Mercer's speech with rapt attention. Her eyes filled with excitement and happiness.The next moment, Calla turned her gaze elsewhere. She thought that he must really love Sophie. From what she knew of him, he wasn't one to express his feelings easily. Saying somethin

After Mercer and Sophie left early, the party started to wind down.As they were saying their farewells, Melinda took Calla's hand. "Ms. Sherman, thank you for your help today.""Mrs. Lowry Senior, it was my pleasure," Calla replied with a smile.Melinda lacked the obnoxious demeanor of a wealthy lady from high society. Instead, she was very kind and respectable."You remind me of myself when I was young. I hope we'll meet again." Melinda's eyes showed a hint of admiration."I'm sure we will." Calla nodded. Even though she said that, Calla knew their social statuses were worlds apart. They would likely never meet again. Regardless of the thoughts she harbored, Pierre drove Calla home in his Land Rover."You don't have to accompany me. I can go in on my own." Calla got out of the car, declining Pierre's offer to walk her to her door.But Pierre insisted, getting out of the car and walking her to the entrance of her complex. He smiled and said, "This old neighborhood isn't very

"Let go!" Calla used all her strength but couldn't break free. Mercer's large hand only tightened its grip, trapping her waist against his body. Her body was pressed against his, unable to move."Mercer, what do you want?" After struggling for a bit, Calla was out of breath, and her arms were numb."To kiss you!" Those were the first words he uttered since entering the room. He then lowered his head to seal Calla's lips with his. She swallowed her protests and discontent.His kiss came forcefully. Calla couldn't fend him off, but was also powerless to stop his advance. She tried to push him away, but it was futile. In the end, she could only passively accept it.When Calla felt she was about to suffocate, he finally released her.She took a breath of fresh air. Feeling nearly smothered, she could only temporarily lean against his chest. His hand still refused to release her waist."There's nothing between you and Pierre. Why didn't you explain it to me?" His low voice reached h

"No... no need. It's the beginning of the month, and there are many reports to finalize. See you in the afternoon," Calla hurriedly said, then hung up.After dropping her phone, Calla glanced around her small room.The bed was in a mess, and clothes were thrown on the floor, completely ruined. There was a lingering masculine scent in the air.Calla quickly looked around her room and saw that he was gone. She finally let out a sigh of relief.She struggled to get up and found that her lower body hurt. In fact, her whole body ached. Looking down, her face instantly turned red. Her neck and chest were covered in purple love bites.Calla cursed Mercer in her heart again. How was she supposed to go out looking like this?Annoyed, Calla wrapped herself in a towel and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stayed under the running water for half an hour.Fortunately, the hot shower made her body feel much better. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she dried her hair with a t

In the afternoon, Calla sat in her chair and started working right away. During this time, she called Faith into her office."Ms. Sherman, what do you need?" Faith knocked on the door and sauntered in, swaying her hips. She was always like this, acting high and mighty in the company. Calla learned she had connections, but she hadn't figured out who she exactly was tied to. As long as Faith wasn't too out of line and completed her work properly, Calla wouldn't cause her trouble—even though she didn't like Faith's attitude."Have you finished last month's report?" Calla asked."Not yet," Faith answered.Hearing this, Calla frowned. "Didn't I tell you yesterday that we need to close the accounts today? I did ask you to hurry up with it."Faith replied confidently, "Ms. Sherman, you didn't come to work this morning. I thought the report wasn't important anymore."Hearing this, Calla was so angry she was speechless.Faith's point was clear: the responsibility was Calla's. She empha