The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 150

They say a man's pride is worth its weight in gold.

Talbot's, however, was clearly on clearance.

"What exactly do you want, Celia!" he growled darkly. "You just want to be with me, right? Fine, I accept!"

"As soon as you fix this crisis, we'll get engaged immediately."

What an absolute narcissist.

She rolled her eyes internally.

But she really didn't have time to bicker with him.

Her money was draining away by the second.

She had to move fast.

Without another word, she hung up the phone.

Twirling her phone in her hand, she narrowed her eyes, deep in thought.

Forrester Group couldn't die yet.

—At least, not until she cashed out.

Her mind made up, she pocketed her phone and headed for the elevators.

Access to the CEO's top floor required a special keycard.

Standing by the elevator banks, Celia texted Ken.

Celia: [Is Uncle Alistair in his office right now?]

He replied instantly: [Yes, Ms. Stafford. Do you need him?]

Celia: [Yeah, I have something I want to ask him.]

Ken: [Understood. I've sent the elevator down. Just come straight up.]

The doors chimed open.

Celia stepped inside.

Top floor, CEO's office.

Behind his desk, Alistair's gaze drifted, landing on his own fingertips.

The phantom heat still lingered, burning through his skin and into his bones.

He frowned heavily.

Technically, the entire top floor belonged to Alistair, so his office had sleek glass walls.

But they were specially crafted one-way mirrors. With the flick of a switch, the glass turned entirely opaque from the outside.

Alistair had flipped that switch the moment she walked in.

No one outside could see a thing.

"What about it?" his deep, magnetic voice hummed.

Celia rubbed her nose nervously. "Well... they said he was really badly hurt..."

His expression didn't waver. "Yeah. He must have accidentally injured himself while being escorted to the station."

Celia opened her mouth to say something else when, suddenly, a sharp knock echoed from the door.

She glanced back. It was an employee she didn't recognize.

A gleam of amusement flashed in her eyes.

But instantly, she morphed her expression into one of sheer panic and scrambled toward him. "U-Uncle Alistair..."

Her eyes locked onto the empty space under his desk.

Without a second thought, Celia grabbed his thighs and hurriedly ducked right under the desk.