The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 918 - 897: Compete for the Position in Minutes!

Chapter 918: Chapter 897: Compete for the Position in Minutes!

"Roy, hurry up and give your opinion. If you get fired, we’ll all be competing for your job within minutes!"

At the sound of Bella Gordon’s words, the men in the room instantly boiled over!

Then, the following scene unfolded: men with female companions had their ears firmly pinched, leaving behind a scene of beleaguered men.

"Ahem..."

Roy Thompson, who had been calmly admiring his darling’s performance, finally showed some reaction. He bowed his head to kiss the woman in his arms, and the warm smile that lingered in his profound gaze seemed ready to spill out at any moment, "But what I was about to say is..."

He paused, then lazily spoke while glancing at all the focused eyes in the room, "I just like you this way. If a woman can grace the hall and still manage the kitchen, what’s the need for so many other advantages? Are nannies and men in the house merely decorative?"

Bella Gordon: "..."

Is this really what he’s saying?

"Baby, I just love how clingy you are to me, how you act coy with me. Doesn’t that just prove I’m a useful man to you? Otherwise, where would my value be?"

After Roy Thompson finished speaking, he kissed Bella Gordon again and turned to address the seated men, "Remember this, guys, if a woman clings to you, it proves you’re still a useful man to her. If one day whether you’re there or not doesn’t make a difference to her, then your days of being dumped aren’t far. So cherish the women who cling to you and meddle in everything. It’s a sign of their love!"

As his words fell, the whole room froze, the very sound of breathing seemed to have vanished, and there was only the dim light of the private room flickering ominously...

Misia maintained her stiff posture; just moments before she had been aggressive, wanting to shame Bella Gordon for being young and naive, for not understanding how to give men space. But now, upon hearing these words, she felt as if she’d been smacked in the face—the type of woman everyone wanted was just like Bella Gordon!

She, so sensible and aware of the bigger picture, capable of measuring her actions, was seen by others as a denial of men’s needs. But who could know that she too craved the same cherishment and care Bella Gordon received? Where were her chances?

The man she fancied was such a man, so she displayed the best image of herself she could muster, all for the purpose of winning his favor and the ensuing romance!

Unfortunately, before it even really started, she could see the end!

If being shameless had any chance of success, she’d gladly do it. But with things as they were, even if she discarded her dignity and used every trick in the book, it wouldn’t win the man’s heart.

"Roy, I honestly didn’t expect this. Usually, with that zombie face of yours, who would’ve thought you’d have such understanding when it comes to women. We thought it was always the women throwing themselves at you, but now it looks like you’re the one doing the pouncing!"

"Sister-in-law, come clean, who initiates things at night, you or Roy?"

As the atmosphere relaxed, Misia settled back into her spot, and a few brothers who loved to stir trouble instantly started making a racket. "I bet it’s definitely Roy who tackles you, sister-in-law!"

Bella Gordon: "..."

How did they come to that conclusion?

"Ahem, well... that kind of thing... Isn’t it always the man who initiates? Can it even be the woman?" Bella Gordon glanced at Misia sitting quietly in the corner, no longer in the fray, and somewhat awkwardly looked at her male colleagues gathered around eager for gossip before casually responding.

"Sister-in-law, you’re wrong there. If the man is always the initiator, he’ll think the woman lacks excitement. Sometimes, a woman needs to take initiative!" A shorter man, upon hearing Bella Gordon’s words, immediately jumped in to brainwash her, pulling his girlfriend into his arms, "Look at my baby here; she’s so proactive at night, so even with two years of special training without seeing her, I still **** every night missing her. Skills in bed are also skills that need to be utilized, especially with someone as outstanding as Roy. There must be so many people vying to showcase their bedroom skills to him!"

Bella Gordon: "..."

How did you come to that conclusion?

"You said Brother Roy is incredibly charming, so are you implying that I’m not charming and that’s why I need to be proactive?" Bianca asked with disdain as she gave her uniform-clad self a once-over. She truly despised it, convinced that if not for these clothes, she would have dazzled everyone and outshone all the women present!

Now, great, everyone must think she’s just a naive little girl with barely any experience—a truly freaking... stifling feeling!

"Cough cough, sister-in-law, that’s not what I meant, what I meant is..."

"What you mean is, you think I should be more proactive towards Bella, and that would make me happier, right?" Roy Thompson looked at the young man who was a bit embarrassed by Bianca’s confrontation and kissed his darling, smiling as he spoke.

Without a second thought, Bianca retorted, "Are you saying you’re not happy now?"

Roy Thompson: "..."

Didn’t he clearly say ’happier’?

Forget it!

When women get unreasonable, it’s beyond reasoning. Is this some kind of female prerogative? Moreover, he was quite pleased with her behavior today!

"No, it’s not like that; I’m happy no matter what. If you don’t want to take the initiative, I will. After all, it’s always been me taking the initiative, and I’m used to it!"

"Clang!"

The crisp sound of a wine glass being knocked over followed Roy’s words, and the first to look up was Bianca. As she lifted her gaze, she saw Misia staring blankly at Roy until their eyes met, and then she hastily looked away, flustered, tidying up the overturned wine glass on the table.

The illusion of being soulless, combined with the panic when caught sneaking a peek, suddenly cast a shadow over Bianca’s mood. This woman must really like her Brother Roy to act this way!

"What’s wrong?"

Roy knew his woman all too well; the slightest disturbance and she’d understand instantly, "What happened all of a sudden..."

Following his little woman’s gaze, Roy also unexpectedly witnessed the scene before him. His mood remained very calm—not because he was unfeeling, but because his heart had room only for one person, not even half more!

So from the very beginning, he had categorically rejected them, not leaving them any space for fantasy!

Unexpectedly, she was still hurt, but sympathy—that wasn’t his concern!

"Baby, what would you like to drink?"

As if he hadn’t seen the woman in a state of panic, Roy simply bent down to kiss Bianca’s cheek and softly asked her what she would like to drink, "How about kiwi juice?"

At a place like the bar, naturally, Roy wouldn’t let her drink alcohol!

"Mhm!"

Bianca hummed in agreement, and then suddenly quieted down, her arms tightly wrapped around his back, her head leaning on his chest. The girl who had been so lively just moments ago had suddenly become so tranquil, momentarily catching him off guard!