Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 531

Yoda glared at Sylphiette with unmistakable disgust. The mix of perfume she had on her body had a nauseating scent that made his stomach turn.

Sylphiette was shocked by his reaction and glared at him. “What kind of expression is that?”

Nicole sneered. “He’s disgusted by you. Can’t you tell?”

Disgusted, she said? The nerve. To think that someone as ugly as he had the audacity to be disgusted. He needs a proper look in the mirror! Sylphiette clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“The world is full of people who lack self-awareness, it would seem.” Sylphiette rolled her eyes at Yoda, equally revolted by him.

With a huff, she turned around and sashayed back to her seat.

Nicole glanced at her. She knew Sylphiette had no idea that Yoda’s ugly face was a mask.

Without knowing it, Sylphiette admitted to a similar kind of deceit as well. After all, her own beauty was a mask for her ugly personality.

“Alright, let’s cut to the chase. One million per snippet of information you want and nothing less.”

Yoda nodded at Nicole, who agreed as well, albeit painfully.

“Let’s start from the beginning, then,” said Sylphiette.

“Your parents met at a coffee shop. It was raining, and she was already pregnant at the time. She was hungry—”

Sylphiette came to an abrupt stop, cursing herself inwardly.

Damn it! Has the thought of money completely clouded my judgment?

She reconsidered what Nicole said about how much she would pay for each bit of information. Why not make a few hundred million at Nicole’s expense?

Nicole frowned thoughtfully but listened.

Sylphiette made slow work of the entire conversation. But because she did not have enough information, she made some things up. At the end of it, she named her final price.

“We’re done here. You owe me a hundred million, so pay up.”

Nicole balked at her. Was this woman insane?

“You can’t weasel your way out of this one, Nicole. We agreed to this.”

Nicole got up and took out a card from her bag. “There’s a million in here. It’s yours.”