Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 1803

Chapter 1803 The Sea Of Blossoms

Shermaine nodded. “Yeah. Our mistress is currently a child imbued with powerful spiritual energy. Back then when Daemonic Mount…”

Upon the mention of this, she appeared apprehensive. “This is Daemonic Mount’s secret, but… I could let you in on it if you’re keen.”

As Shermaine’s description of her mistress as a child who possessed powerful spiritual energy was consistent with what Davin said about Quest’s Girin Blood, he determined that the woman should be being truthful.

Nevertheless, Evan had no interest in the treasure, much less the mistress of Daemonic Mount. He met Shermaine’s eyes and said, “Since this is Daemonic Mount’s secret, you should keep it that way!”

“Don’t you want to know? The treasure could allow you to attain riches beyond your wildest dreams, even enable you to rule the world! Wouldn’t you like to have that?”

“No!” Evan asserted.

Unmoved by women, wealth, and power, this is truly an extraordinary man. So, what does he actually want?

Regarding Evan inquisitively, she was suddenly struck by a novel idea.

Frida’s illusions could allow her to peer into the minds of others and reveal one’s deepest desires. Within it, even the most exalted of moralists would have nowhere to hide their own sinfulness.

I wonder what Evan would be like while inside? Has he really no interest whatsoever in wealth and ambition? Does he really not lust after beauty? If I were to enter it alongside and unleash my charms upon him in there, would I be able to successfully beguile him?

Some racy scenes that materialized in her own mind afterward adorned her cheeks with a slight blush.

Over so many years, she had never felt such an intense attraction toward any man until Evan came along. She thus decided that she had to make him hers, no matter the cost!

Driven by this singular goal, Shermaine quietly produced from her pocket the scented powder that she had requested from Frida earlier. After it was softly scattered onto the floor, the air inside the cave started to become tinged with its fragrance. Eventually, it became so noticeable that Evan turned inquisitively to regard the woman.

“Where’s that coming from?”

Shermaine’s heart skipped a beat, and she responded by sniffing at her own clothing. “I think it might be my perfume.”