Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 999 - 996: Kick Her Out (Part 1)

It’s that kind, the kind between n and won.

This is sothing she sensed using her woman’s intuition.

Eva Nightingale was silent for two seconds, then turned and entered the villa.

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---One month later----

In New York, under a certain seven-star hotel, a limited edition Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked.

The car door opened, and Harry North said respectfully, "Sir, we have arrived." The ball tonight was about to begin.

"Hmm." Lucas Knight bent down to exit the car, first stepping out a long, straight leg, followed closely by the Sovereign Empire’s popular actress Ava Morgan.

She wore a bright red evening gown, with a delicate and elegant ruby necklace around her neck, looking both noble and graceful.

"Mr. President." She called out softly, then promptly linked arms with Lucas Knight as they walked into the hotel together.

Having just arrived at the Sovereign Empire, Lucas Knight needed a mont of rest, entering after the ball started. Ava Morgan accompanied him to the presidential suite, after which the bodyguards tactfully closed the door.

Inside the room, only Ava Morgan and Lucas Knight remained.

Ava Morgan watched the man in front of her intently. He was seated on the sofa, legs casually crossed, holding a laptop, seemingly busy with sothing.

"Mr. President, would you like to take a bath?"

"Shall I attend to you while you bathe?"

Ava Morgan spoke softly, desperate to cling to this man.

Bathe. Bathe? Lucas Knight raised his eyes and looked toward Ava Morgan. His entire deanor was cold, and he appeared displeased. Finally, after two seconds, he spoke: "Who let you in?"

"Mr. President—" Ava Morgan was taken aback; she was the chosen companion by the president himself, such an honor! But why did this man look at her with such disdain?

Didn’t Personal Assistant North say the president stared at her photo for a long ti that day?

"Mr. President, I..."

"You should leave." Lucas Knight set aside the item he was holding, his voice colder than before, "Have them arrange a different room for you."

He had a very serious cleanliness obsession!!

To live with this woman?!

Was Harry North courting death—

"Mr. President..." Ava Morgan’s face looked troubled as she directly knelt in front of Lucas Knight, clutching his leg, "No, Your Excellency, you can’t send away..."

She had fought so hard for this chance; how could she be driven away like this? Forget about face; the opportunity to connect with the president in the future was ever so rare.

During this week-long business trip in New York,

she must find a way to make so progress with him.

This man standing before her was the mighty, influential Crown Prince of the Sovereign Empire. Who wouldn’t want him, who wouldn’t linger in their thoughts?

Ava Morgan grasped Lucas Knight’s leg and pleaded, "Your Excellency, you can’t dismiss , you can’t, I truly admire you, I’m only trying to do my duty by assisting you with a bath."

As she spoke, Ava Morgan promptly tugged her gown lower, nearly exposing her chest, blatantly trying to seduce this powerful man.

And in the most direct way possible.

Hm, she simply couldn’t believe... couldn’t believe her great figure wouldn’t stir sothing in this man!

As the entertainnt industry’s pure goddess and a model of beauty, she had confidence in herself.

"Get out—" Lucas Knight disdainfully pulled his leg away.