Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 175

“An overseas business trip?”

Grace was a little taken aback by Marico’s assignment.

Yvonne stood quietly off to the side, unable to keep from rolling her eyes—though she did it with practiced elegance.

“Mr. Hamilton, usually Yvonne and I handle our team’s overseas projects, but with the new initiative we’re launching with the subsidiary, we’re both pretty tied up,” Grace reported honestly.

Yvonne stayed silent, standing there as she watched the man lounging in the imposing executive chair—an unmistakable symbol of power.

He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, which only made his features even more striking: sharp, chiseled, almost unreal, like someone painted into the world from another era.

Every button on his black dress shirt had been fastened by her hands just this morning.

She had to admit, in that suit, he really was the picture of unattainable elegance—cold, dignified, impossible not to respect.

And, if she was being honest, he intimidated her too.

“Yvonne, I was reviewing your file—you’re fluent in several languages. Ms. Grace will stay here to oversee things. You’ll come with me on this trip,” Marico said, snapping the file shut with a finality that left no room for negotiation.

His tone made Yvonne’s heart skip a beat.

“I… I have a lot on my plate right now too,” she tried to protest.

But she could already guess that this trip wasn’t as simple as it sounded.

He probably wanted to take her abroad for their wedding photos.

He’d spent half the night pestering her about possible destinations for the shoot.

Sensing Yvonne’s reluctance, Grace quickly jumped in. “This is a fantastic opportunity. Don’t let it slip by. Mr. Hamilton, I’ll accept on Yvonne’s behalf—she’ll do a wonderful job.”

“Fine. Then I’ll discuss the details with her,” Marico said, tossing the file onto the desk and fixing Yvonne with a steely gaze that brooked no argument.

Instead, Marico lifted an eyebrow and regarded her with a lazy, amused look, as if he enjoyed seeing her worked up.

“Italy, Bali, Santorini—where do you want to go?”

“I don’t want to go anywhere,” Yvonne shot back, her lips pressed into a stubborn line.

“Getting bold, are we?” Marico’s voice grew lower, his dark eyes narrowing in challenge. Yvonne felt a shiver run through her, but she still huffed and pouted a little.

Inside, though, nerves were stretched taut.

“Come here,” Marico said, his tone gentle but undeniably commanding.

The weight of his gaze left her no choice.

Slowly, she walked over and stopped in front of his desk.