Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 40

Cora exploded at once, completely forgetting about tracking down Yvonne. She spun on her husband and let loose with a flurry of slaps and punches. “Oh, I see how it is! You bastard, sneaking around behind my back and cheating on me!”

Ryan was caught off guard by the assault. He barely dared to protest, let alone defend himself.

But Cora didn’t care about his reaction. She just kept hitting him, her rage uncontained.

Gina, meanwhile, stood in stunned shock at the news of Robin’s affair. She was timid by nature and hadn’t even managed to stammer out a question before Robin, stone-faced, snapped back, “That daughter of yours is nothing but bad luck. Trouble follows her everywhere.”

“Get moving!” barked a security guard.

With a sharp nudge, the two brothers—neither of whom were handcuffed—were marched out by the guards.

With that, Cora and Gina lost all interest in confronting Yvonne. Defeated and flustered, they slunk home.

***

Executive Office.

William knocked and stepped inside. “Mr. Hamilton, the two troublemakers have been detained and removed. I’ve also instructed Security: if any of those people harass Mrs. Hamilton again, they’re to be charged with disorderly conduct and taken in.”

He laid a folder on the desk. “Here’s what we’ve collected on these people. Robin, in particular, is bad news. From what I can tell, Mrs. Hamilton has been living at her school since high school and almost never went home.”

Marico glanced up from the file, his expression unreadable. Deep in his dark eyes, an emotion flickered, but he said nothing.

“Detain them for 48 hours, then let them go. Inform me when it’s done.”

“Understood.” William nodded crisply.

He turned to leave, all professional efficiency, but then hesitated and looked back, a rare smile breaking through. “Congratulations, Mr. Hamilton. Best wishes on your marriage. Would you like me to contact a wedding planner?”

“No need. She’s shy—she doesn’t want a big wedding.” Marico’s icy demeanor always softened just a little when Yvonne was mentioned.

“Should I arrange for you and Mrs. Hamilton to have lunch together from now on?”

“She wants to keep things private, so she won’t be coming up to the executive suite for meals.”

“Very well.” William smiled, pressed his lips together, and left the office.

“Oh, and one more thing—check with Accounting for her bank card number and send it to me.”

“Right away.” William made his way briskly to the finance department.

***

“Yvonne, come on, let’s get lunch!”

She opened his private chat and shot him a message: Did you just transfer money to me?

Marico: Yes.

She typed frantically, her heart pounding: Why?

Marico: It’s for you. Buy whatever you want. If you need more, let me know.

Every word radiated the easy confidence—and responsibility—of a husband.

But Yvonne didn’t feel the least bit giddy about her sudden windfall.

It felt more like a heavy weight pressing down on her.

She replied immediately: No need, my salary is plenty. You already spent money on me yesterday.

She opened her banking app and tried to transfer the money back.

But her account had a daily limit—she could only send back $50,000 at a time.

After the first transfer, she messaged him again, a bit embarrassed: My account’s maxed out—I can only send $50,000 per day. I’ll pay you back in installments.