Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 42

“No need—he’s probably got some business dinner tonight.”

“Oh.” Tracy watched the group ahead, her gaze drifting to Owen’s car. Just over two hundred grand—no way her own family could compete. No wonder Yvonne was interested.

“Babe, why don’t you have dinner with your dad later?”

“Sure, I’ll ask him in a bit.” Perry was always eager to please his young girlfriend.

“You’re so good to me.” Tracy leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Perry grinned, his narrow eyes nearly disappearing into his chubby cheeks. At only twenty-five, he already looked like the spoiled son of a wealthy landowner—nothing much to look at, but his family’s money made up for it. If it weren’t for that, Tracy would never bother flattering him so much.

He was a little homely, sure, but at least he was young. Unlike Yvonne, who could only find herself an older man.

That thought stroked Tracy’s vanity to no end.

Inside, Yvonne and her group made their way to the private dining room.

Linda ushered the company executives to their seats, making sure to place Yvonne right next to Owen.

“Yvonne, it’s not often you hit it off with Mr. Reed. Why don’t you sit by him and talk about our project?” Linda’s smile was warm, but her tone left no room for negotiation—a boss’s command disguised as a suggestion.

“Of course.” Yvonne pulled out the project proposal, ready to get straight to business.

As Owen sat down, he turned his sharp, calculating gaze on Yvonne, sizing her up from head to toe. Her outfit was conservative, but he was a man who’d seen it all. The poised, fair-skinned beauty before him was clearly a rare find.

“So you’re Yvonne, huh? You look young—green, even. Haven’t even had a drink yet and you’re already talking business?” Owen chuckled as he reached for her hand under the table.

Yvonne quickly pulled away, dodging his touch. “You’re right, Mr. Reed. I guess I still have a lot to learn.”

“No harm done. Mr. Reed here is generous. How about you show your sincerity—two drinks as a little apology?” He puffed up, playing the big shot.

“I drove here, so I can’t drink. I’ll toast you all with tea instead.” Yvonne glanced at the others, holding her ground.

Before anyone could press further, Grace swooped in with a teapot, pouring Yvonne a cup. “Mr. Reed, I’ve heard you’ve long wanted to work with the Hamilton Group. You’re a great judge of talent and a fantastic manager. And it was our Yvonne here who handpicked your companies from a pool of top contenders—talk about fate! She really made this happen.”

Grace stood between Yvonne and Owen, dishing out compliments as she poured Yvonne another drink.

Owen basked in the praise, looking smug.

The other executives chimed in with polite laughter.

Yvonne finished her tea and sat back down just as the servers began bringing out the food.

Linda, noticing how reserved she was, leaned over and whispered, “Yvonne, you need to take the initiative. Can’t you see Mr. Reed is interested? If you play your cards right, the deal’s as good as done. Plus, he’s worth a fortune—an absolute catch. Don’t let this slip by.”

She poured Yvonne more tea, but this time, Linda had secretly spiked the pot with whiskey.

Yvonne’s weak tolerance was no secret—Linda had witnessed it at the holiday party. If Yvonne drank this, things were all but settled.

“Grace, go check on those seafood platters in the kitchen. What’s taking so long?” Linda barked.

“Sure, I’ll hurry them up. The sooner we wrap this up, the better.” Grace gave Yvonne’s shoulder a quick squeeze, a subtle warning.

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