CEO's Love Trap novel Chapter 2

They were right. Who the hell was she going to marry?

However, seeing that Jessie's confidence was slowly faltering, Yolande continued to smile. "There are plenty of people who are dying to marry me. Do you really think I'd go for Bertram after what he did to me?"

Seeing the determined look in Yolande's face, Jessie couldn't help but glance at Ron worriedly. She forced a smile into her lips. "Then you'd better get hitched in three days. Otherwise, you won't be getting the Mu Mansion."

Three days?

The time limit was far too short.

Before she could say anything, Jessie added, "Yolande, all of this is stipulated in your grandfather's will, but even then, it's okay if you don't want to get married so soon."

She could already feel her legs shaking at the thought. To tell the truth, the news of marrying someone she didn't know made her uncomfortable. Yolande didn't even bother to read the entire will anymore. Besides, she was in no mood to argue with them.

"I'll get married in three days."

She turned around and was about to leave when she heard Jessie's voice. "I'll prepare your dowry."

Yolande scoffed. Her eyes were bright. "This house is going to be my dowry."

When she opened the door, a gust of cold wind kissed her face. Yolande stiffened before she walked out resolutely. Without another word, she left the Mu Mansion and rushed into the rain.

The night was dark, and the cold rain splattered all over her face. Her grandfather had died, the only person she ever considered as family left her. She had not even recovered from her grief, and she was smacked with another problem.

What she couldn't understand most was how her grandfather could do such a thing. He knew that the Mu Mansion was something she had always wanted. Her grandfather adored her. Why would he do that?

Hiss!

Suddenly, a harsh shriek broke into the wind. Yolande ran under the rain sadly. She was too distracted that she didn't even notice the car rushing over. She jumped back, stumbling over. Fortunately, the car hit the brakes just in time.

When the driver saw that he almost hit someone, he peered to see who it was. However, when he saw that it was Yolande, he froze. His veins bulged and the corners of his lips quivered as he grasped the steering wheel.

She gritted her teeth, glancing at the car that almost hit her.

Seeing that the car was worth a fortune, she didn't bother starting a fight. It wasn't worth it.

She shouldn't add things on her plate.

Once she left, no one followed her.

Sitting on the back seat of the black Maybach, Baron Gu stopped flipping through the documents. He slowly raised his head and narrowed his eyes when the car went to a halt. "What's wrong?" he asked lowly.

"Mr. Baron, I almost ran into Ms. Yolande just now." His voice was mixed with worry and uncertainty. Now, Yolande was already nowhere to be seen. In fact, he felt as if the incident was all a dream.

Baron Gu frowned. "Yolande?"

"Yes," the driver hesitated. "She seemed to be crying."

Baron Gu's lips twitched.

"Mr. Baron, should we see her?" he asked. "After all, she's–"

"No." Baron Gu sneered as he leaned back against his seat. As if nothing had happened, he continued to leaf through the documents in his hands. "We'll meet soon enough."

Yolande walked alone in the street. It was raining. She bit her lip tightly as her eyes shone with unshed tears.

The Mu Mansion was a wedding gift given from his grandfather to her parents. In fact, the mansion was the fruit of her grandfather's painstaking efforts as a young boy. It contained all of her childhood memories. She couldn't give it away.

She walked down the sidewalk, nearing a coffee shop. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and stared at the flashing signboard. This was the place she usually went with Bertram. It was the place she'd usually go to, to kill time.

Yolande pushed the doors open and walked straight to her usual place. However, when she arrived, she saw a man and a woman leaning intimately against each other on the sofa.

The man had a defined face with deep eyes and a high nose. He was wearing an expensive suit, which outlined his muscled physique. He was in the process of placing sugar cubes in the woman's coffee cup.

The woman was wearing the latest beige Dior dress. Her curly hair slid down her shoulders, framing her pretty face. She frowned slightly as her plump lips pouted in exasperation.

"We really don't need that much sugar." The woman held onto the man's arm, shaking it gently. Her voice matched one's that belonged to a spoiled child.

Yolande gritted her teeth as she paled in an instant. The corners of her mouth twitched. To see her own boyfriend and her best friend looking so sweet in the place where they used to sit and spend intimate time made her sick.

Noticing that Yolande was walking towards him, Bertram looked up and pursed his lips.