Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 512

Nicole opened her eyes. Her whole body felt like it had been run over by a steamroller during the night.

Struggling to sit up, her eyes suddenly widened in shock.

She had obviously fallen asleep in her pajamas the previous night. Why on earth was she stark naked now?

As Nicole inspected her body carefully, she realized that not only was she naked, but she was also littered with bruises here and there.

The bruised marks from last time had not completely disappeared, yet this time…

How did these marks come about? Where did they appear from?

She sat there dumbfounded and tried her best to recall what had happened last night. Yet after racking much of her brain, she could not remember.

Scanning her room meticulously inch by inch, she vaguely evoked a memory of a slight movement in her room just as she was about to fall asleep…

Could someone have sneaked in last night?

Taking a gander around, she could not pinpoint anything unusual. Everything appeared normal and nothing seemed to be out of place. Quickly, she got dressed and scoured the whole room once more, hoping to find a single sign of abnormality that could justify her suspicion.

Nothing, however, was found.

Once again such an inexplicable thing had happened. She felt like she might be going bonkers – sooner or later.

To prevent that from ever happening, some measures must be taken. A drastic, measure to be exact.

Thinking long and hard, she decided to set up a surveillance system in her own room.

Jumping immediately to that decision, she found a professional who managed to set up the entire system in just one morning.

After that, she got ready to go to her company. Before that, she opened her safe and took out the box that she had pilfered away from Yoda’s room last night.

She was determined to bring the box to a professional lock-picker to crack it open. She believed she would soon find out what was hidden inside the mysterious box.

Levant Winery.

Levant stood by the window, his eyes wandered off into the distance.

After a long silence, he suddenly turned his head to look at the manager who was standing patiently by his side all the while and asked, “Do you know how to court a lady?”

Courting a lady, huh?

The manager was taken aback, and hurriedly reminded him, “Mr. Levant, usually the ladies are the ones chasing after you. Yet you have indignantly kept your distance. What brings you to come up with this sudden question?”

That’s true.

In the past, there was no lack of heiresses and socialites throwing themselves at him.