The CEO's Dearest Heart

"Hello, do you still have Durex medium-size ribbed?"

"Yes."

"Add another stick and a set of sexy underwear."

"No problem, address?"

"Room 2202, Clarion Hotel."

"Okay."

...

When Elizabeth arrived at the Clarion Hotel, it was already exactly 11 p.m.

At this time, for people in the business of selling sexy underwear, it was not very safe to personally deliver goods.

Especially she was a young and pretty girl.

But there was no way around it, she needed money to live, not to mention that Barry would be back in a few days.

After six years of love, with most of the time spent apart, he had to manage business both domestically and internationally, so she naturally could not hold him back.

Fortunately, their relationship had been very good these past few years. In addition to her daily work, she had also run a small business. His birthday was coming up in a few days, and she was sure to give him a surprise.

Thinking of this, Elizabeth quietly smiled.

She lowered the black brim of her hat a bit, then carried the express box and walked inside.

Clarion Hotel was a famous money-spending place in Silverdale.

Most of the people who came here to spend money were either wealthy or noble.

The grandeur of the lobby went without saying, even the elevator was decorated with gold and silver. Standing inside, when the light shone, she felt as if surrounded by a colorful flow of light, making her feel inferior.

However, Elizabeth just held a box, not looking around.

Her beautiful face was mostly covered by a mask, only revealing a pair of calm and undisturbed eyes, faintly exuding a sense of coldness and pride.

The elevator stopped with a "ding" on the 22nd floor. She walked out and quickly found room 2202, then rang the doorbell.

Before the door opened, horny male and female voices could be heard from inside.

"Barry, don't. It seems the delivery has arrived."

"Wait, I'll go get it."

Elizabeth stood at the door, unable to resist twitching the corner of her mouth.

The things hadn't arrived yet, and they were already doing?

They were really impatient.

The door quickly opened, and a man wearing a bathrobe, with water vapor still on his body, appeared at the door.

Elizabeth didn't look at him, she handed over the box and said, "843 dollars. Cash or Paypal?"

The men didn't move.

Two seconds later, a probing voice rang out, "Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth was slightly startled and lifted her head.

She saw a tall man standing at the door, with short wet hair and wearing only a white bathrobe. Under the warm yellow light, his handsome and fair face was filled with astonishment, confusion, and a hint of panic.

Elizabeth's face instantly turned cold.

"Barry, who is it?"

"No one, delivering."

Barry hurriedly spoke before Elizabeth could, then quickly took out a stack of banknotes from his wallet and stuffed them into her hand, grabbing the box at the same time.

The door closed with a bang.

Elizabeth stood there, fingertips trembling slightly, her face pale.

After a moment, she suddenly chuckled.

Looking at the stack of banknotes in her hand, it felt like she was seeing a huge joke, mocking her ignorance and stupidity.

There were voices of men and women inside, she took a deep breath, forcing back the bitterness in her eyes.

Then she turned around, walking towards the elevator while taking out her phone.

"Hello, is this the City Public Security Bureau? I want to report someone who is using drugs and prostitutes at the Clarion Hotel, room number ..."

Twenty minutes later.

A police car was parked in front of the Clarion Hotel, with several media reporters carrying cameras.

The people inside the hotel were escorted out, and the reporters immediately surged forward.

"Mr. Pringle, someone has reported that you were taking drugs and prostitutes in the hotel, is this true?"

"Mr. Pringle, as the inheritor of the Pringle family, do you think this kind of behavior is appropriate?"

"Mr. Pringle, may I ask who the woman with you is? There are rumors that she is a popular young actress in the entertainment industry, is this true?"

"Mr. Pringle..."

Barry was surrounded by reporters, unable to escape. Even the police couldn't stop them.

After a while, he couldn't bear it any longer and shouted angrily, "Get lost."

The reporters were taken aback and moved back a bit.

Barry stared fiercely at Elizabeth, who was standing outside the crowd, with a look of malice in his eyes.

"Is this the outcome you desired?"

Elizabeth coldly smirked, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.

"You'll never have a chance with me by doing that."

Elizabeth suddenly stepped forward, raising her hand in front of all the media and police's gaze.

...

A heavy slap was thrown, and Barrye's face was knocked to one side.

There was an instant silence around.

The police officer opened his mouth, "Miss..."

"I'm sorry. My hand shook for a moment and I couldn't control it."

She smiled lightly, rubbed her wrist, and looked at the resentful face of Barrye, her voice cold.

"You are like a piece of waste paper falling into a pit, and do you think I still care? The slap just now was just the interest, the remaining principal, I want you to return it in full within three days."

A flash of panic passed through Barry's eyes, "What principal?"

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure you want me to remind you?"

Barry's face turned pale in an instant.

She smiled coldly, her smile full of sarcasm and disdain.

The police had nothing more to say to them. With a wave of his hand, they were taken away in the car.

With Barry gone, the journalists had no reason to stay and also left in a rush.

The hotel entrance, previously crowded, suddenly emptied out.

Elizabeth stood for a moment until he felt his chest breathing more smoothly, before preparing to leave.

Unexpectedly, as he turned around, he met a pair of deep and probing eyes.

That was a young man in a dark suit, tall and upright, with neat short hair. His eyes were deep and mysterious like a starry sea, making it impossible to understand.

His handsome features, under the cover of the night, exuded a refined nobility that did not blend in with the scene of debauchery.

Subconsciously, Elizabeth felt that this person looked somewhat familiar.

However, when she turned her gaze to the secretary following him cautiously, and the silver Porsche beside the secretary, she felt she probably didn't know such a conspicuous figure.

Without much thought, she turned and left.

Until the petite figure merged into the traffic, Michael Myerson withdrew his gaze and asked lightly, "Who was that person just now?"

Joan behind him quickly replied, "Are you asking about the person who was taken away by the police just now? It seems to be the young master of the Pringle group, who returned from overseas a few days ago."

Michael frowned slightly, "I was asking about that woman."

"Oh?" Joan was a bit confused, "Which woman?"

Seeing Michael's expression turn displeased, Joan immediately reacted, "I'm sorry, Mr. Myerson. I will investigate right away."

"Forget it."

Michael interrupted him, pondered for a few seconds, suddenly recalled something.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes as he looked again in the direction Elizabeth had left, smiling.

After a moment, he took a step inside.

...

As the person who reported the case, Elizabeth also came to the police station.

Just after finishing the recording, a group of people burst in outside.

Leading the group was the matriarch of the Hagan family, Jane Hecht. As soon as she rushed in, she slapped Elizabeth first.

Elizabeth frowned, a bloody taste spreading at the corner of her mouth. She coldly raised her head and looked at the group of people standing opposite her.

"You wicked person."

Jane was trembling with anger, "You know that's your sister, and you still dare to call the police? Are you trying to make me die of anger."

Elizabeth wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at Jane in front of her, mocking gaze.

"Sister? Are you referring to Mary Hagan?"

"What are you pretending for? The news outside is all over the place, saying that Mary from the Hagan family is seducing her sister’s fiancé. As the instigator, wouldn't you know?"

Elizabeth lowered his eyes and chuckled softly.

“So, that woman is her. I thought she was a bitch trying to set up a business, but turns out it is my own sister, Mary?”

Chuck Hagan, standing behind Jane, was furious, "You bastard! What are you saying?"

Elizabeth sneered, "The fact."

She didn't expect that the woman with Barry would be Mary.

She originally thought that Barry had betrayed her, and in a fit of anger, she came up with this trick to make him look ridiculous and vent her anger.

Unexpectedly, she hit two birds with one stone. Now, not only did her fiancé have an affair, but the person he cheated with was her half-sister.

It was really ironic.

"Elizabeth Hagan!"

Jane was furious, raising her cane to smash down on Elizabeth, but Moria quickly stopped her.

"Mom, take it easy, and don't get angry. It's not good for your health."

Turning to persuade Elizabeth again, she said, "Elizabeth, don't provoke Grandma anymore. This matter was Mary's fault. When you want to scold or punish her later, feel free to do so. But Grandma is old. Please just admit your mistake and don’t talk back to her, could you?"

That gentle and considerate appearance, if one didn't know, would think she was very kind.

Elizabeth smiled sarcastically.

Chuck saw her expression, becoming even more angry.

"Do you feel very pleased now? You get your sister and your fiance into the police station, causing embarrassment and humiliation to both the Hagen family and the Pringle family. Are you still part of the Hagen family?

Your sister is at least a celebrity. With your actions today, how will she be able to live in the entertainment industry in the future? Will she still have a place in the show business? Will the Hagen family and the Pringle family still have any connections in the future? Have you ever thought about these things?"

Elizabeth looked at him coldly, "So, is this all you want to say?"

Chuck hesitated.

"They are colluding together, but you are here blaming me? What do you expect me to do to them? Turn a blind eye to their actions? Or generously wish them a happy life together?"

Chuck was left speechless, paused for a while, then forcefully retorted, "You can't keep a man for yourself, yet blame Mary for taking yours? If you were of any worth, would he dump you and fall for Mary? Instead of reflecting on yourself when things go wrong, all you do is complain, just like your useless mother."

Elizabeth was deeply shaken by his words.

Looking at Chuck with fierce words and a stern expression, she felt disbelief.

Five years ago, Chuck cheated, and Moria brought Mary into the family. She then realized that she had a younger sister who was only half a year younger than her.

Unable to cope with this blow, the mother drove the car into the river, resulting in her death.

Worried that Elizabeth would cause trouble, the Hagan family sent her abroad without concern for her life.

During those years, if it hadn't been for the small inheritance left by her mother, she would have died overseas long ago.

She had always known that her father Chuck and her grandma Jane didn't like her mother but never thought that even after she was dead, she still had to endure such defamation.

She felt deeply chilled, and after a moment, she let out a mocking laugh.

"Yes. Indeed, I am useless. After all, I didn't have a mother who was accustomed to seducing men, so I couldn't inherit that skill. Mary is truly outstanding, and I have seen it."

Beside her, Moria's face instantly turned pale.

Chuck was furious, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You know it perfectly well."

"Elizabeth!"

"Enough." Jane standing on the side suddenly shouted.

Chuck was so angry that he was about to say something more, but Moria pulled his arm.

As he looked up, he saw Eric leading Barry and Mary out of the interrogation room at the end of the corridor.

Eric's face looked very bad, Barry and Mary were not looking good either.

Mary tightly held onto Barry's arm, her delicate face filled with restraint and grievances, her eyes red from crying, looking pitiful and heart-wrenching.

A group of people immediately surged forward, showing deep concern, "Mary. Are you okay?"

Mary muttered, "I'm fine."

Then, she looked up at Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth."

She called out softly, walking towards her, looking guilty and vulnerable.

"I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to come. Barry and I... It wasn't intentional. Please forgive us."

Elizabeth looked at her coldly, with no expression on her face.

Eric sighed and stepped forward, saying, "This was a mistake made by our Pringle family But the situation has already happened, and there is no way to turn back. Whatever compensation you need, just say the word, and the Pringle family will definitely fulfill it."

Elizabeth sneered, "Compensation? Are you trying to use money to dismiss me?"

Hearing the words, a flash of guilt crossed Eric’s face.

He turned around and glared fiercely at Barry, scolding angrily, "You troublemaker. You did something wrong, yet you don't even have the guts to come and explain yourself."

Barry, full of reluctance, glanced at Elizabeth and ultimately, unwillingly under his father's authority, approached.

"Elizabeth, we are not suitable for each other, so let's cancel the engagement."

Elizabeth shook.

The heart felt like it had been cut with a blunt knife, causing a faint sense of pain.

Although knowing the outcome, when the moment of truth arrived, the sadness couldn't help but rise, bringing a chill to the heart.

She gazed at the man in front of her and gave a slight smile, her eyes tinged with a hint of redness.

"Barry, how long have we been together?"

"Six years."

Six years?

Unexpectedly, after six years, this was the result.

To catch him in bed with someone else, without feeling guilty afterward, without reconciliation, and not even an apology, just a cold "we are not suitable for each other."

Something shattered deep inside Elizabeth’s heart, she sarcastically smiled, and without hesitation, she said, "Fine, I agree with you."

Barry was taken aback by her decisiveness.

He furrowed his brows slightly and looked at her with suspicion, "You agree?"

"Canceling the engagement is fine, but I want the three subsidiary companies newly acquired by the Pringle family as compensation."

"What? Are you crazy?."

Before Eric and Barry could say anything, Chuck shouted out anxiously.

Elizabeth gave her a cold look, "Mary isn't even married to him yet, and you're already fretting like this? Isn't that a bit unseemly?"

"You."

"Alright."

Eric raised his hand, interrupting Chuck's words, and calmly looked at Elizabeth.

"I agree with your requirements. When you bring your engagement agreement, I will transfer the company to you."

"Deal."

Eric led the lawyer away, while Chuck angrily glared at Elizabeth before leaving with the company of Moria, helping Jane along the way.

In the empty corridor, only Elizabeth, Barry, and Mary remained.

Not wanting to linger any longer, Elizabeth turned and walked away with a cold expression, but behind her came the urgent voice of Mary.

"Elizabeth."

The next moment, the way ahead was blocked by Mary.

Mary cried, her fair face wet with tears. She grabbed Elizabeth's arm and trembled as she said, "Elizabeth, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall in love with Barry. Please don't be angry with us. It's all my fault. If you want to punish or scold someone, come at me."