Richest Mogul

It seemed that Paul's gaze had a certain intensity, almost as if he could easily read someone's thoughts. Elsie couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

There was a hint of guilt and helplessness inside her. She never wanted to be the bad person, nor did she want to be the kind of woman people looked down on as the mistress. But she didn't have a choice.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the man standing as if he were at the peak of a pinnacle.

In that instant, a voice in her mind whispered, "There can't be another man like him in the world. Just seeing him for the first time, my heart began to race uncontrollably."

The elevator moved swiftly, the floors passing by quickly.

It first reached Alban's floor. As Alban stepped out, he accidentally bumped into Elsie.

"Ah!" She let out a small cry, her body stumbling toward Joe.

Just as she was about to fall, she shut her eyes tightly. Alban also exclaimed, "Oh, I'm sorry!"

When Elsie was bumped, a part of her secretly hoped that the man, who usually kept his distance from everyone, would play the hero and catch her, sparing her the embarrassment of losing face in such a small elevator. Sure enough, she felt a pair of strong hands catch her.

She looked up.

Her gaze met Joe's cold, indifferent eyes. He said nothing.

Their eyes lingered for only three seconds.

Her heart raced uncontrollably. They were so close that she could almost feel his crisp, refreshing scent.

Immediately, Elsie heard Paul's voice. "How careless can you be?"

Elsie froze for a moment, then slowly shifted her gaze toward Paul. When she looked up, her body immediately tensed.

"Fortunately, I reacted quickly and caught you, or else Mr. Martin would have been hit."

Paul's words struck her like a slap to the face.

She straightened up immediately, her face flushed with embarrassment, wishing she could disappear into the ground. "I'm sorry, I... I wasn't paying attention." Alban quickly added, "It's my fault for being careless. We're here, so we'll go ahead. If we get a chance, I'll treat Mr. Martin to a meal in the next few days." With that, he quickly exited the elevator.

Elsie followed him out.

Elsie's stiff posture finally relaxed when the elevator doors closed behind her. Her eyes started to burn with tears.

She was mortified, to say the least. It

felt as though she had intentionally fallen into Joe's arms, and Paul's words had nailed her to a pillar of shame. She was both humiliated and upset.

"What's wrong? Feeling embarrassed? Let me tell you, this is nothing. You did pretty well. Mr. Martin just gave you a few extra looks because you happen to resemble his wife.

"Paul, his assistant, usually wears a

friendly smile, but his words can be pretty harsh. Don't let it bother you

Just remember, if you manage to Joe's bed, become his

get into

mistress, and help me out a

job will be done. Do you

understand?"

Alban looked at her, his tone softening when he realized she was upset. After all, she was just a young woman, Barely 20, so innocent and delicate that she could be easily manipulated. He would have kept her for himself if he didn't need her to lure in Joe. noveldrama