No Strings Attached

Chapter 407

Ian felt his blood boiling in his veins. The two of them hadn’t had sex for a while, so the primal urges that coursed through their bodies were beyond anyone’s control.

After a passionate lovemaking, Ian, somewhat sated, planted tender kisses on Clara. A post-sex haze still glowed in his eyes. “Mrs. Hayes, did you enjoy that?” he whispered, with a playful twinkle in his gaze.

Clara, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, glared at him. “Ian, you’re shameless. I begged you to stop. Why didn’t you?”

Ian chuckled softly in her ear, “Darling, that wasn’t beggin. That was pure seduction. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Besides, didn’t you also...”

His words were cut short by Clara’s hand swiftly covering his mouth. “If you spout nonsense again, I’ll leave you to fend for yourself!”

Ian kissed her hand gently. “Alright, I’ll be quiet. From now on, I’ll listen to my wife. If you say faster, we’ll go faster. If you say stop, we’ll stop. Is that not enough?”

“Zip it!” Clara pushed him away, hastily straightening her clothes. Just as she swung her legs off the bed to stand up, there was a knock on the hospital room door.

Casey stood at the threshold, holding a food carrier. He took in their disheveled appearance and the flush on their faces, instantly understanding what had transpired.

As Clara retreated to the bathroom, still blushing, Casey’s expression turned to one of mild warning as he fixed his gaze on Ian. “I know young folks have their needs, but Clara’s still in a delicate state. You need to be mindful of that. It wasn’t easy for her to conceive.”

Ian responded with a grin, “I get it.”

“Good. Now go wash up and let’s eat. I’ve made your favorite barbecue ribs and a few side dishes.”

“Thanks. You’re the best.”

Casey watched him leave, shaking his head with an affectionate smile. He was pleased to see the couple so in love, but he also knew the impulsiveness of youth could lead to regret if they weren’t careful.

He set the food carrier on the table and absentmindedly turned on the TV. The newscast was mid- report: “Hayes Corporation’s CEO, Ian, has been severely injured in a fire and may become comatose. His father, Teo, overcome with grief, has lost interest in managing the company. Now, the Hayes Corporation is in disarray, like a ship without a captain.”

“The ports are under someone else’s control. Bank loans have come to a halt, and major projects are facing serious issues. In just a few days, Hayes Corporation’s stock has plummeted, resulting in billions in losses.

“Greta, the Hayes family’s daughter, has rushed back from abroad in an attempt to turn the tide, but seems to be out of her depth. Will this business turmoil dethrone the Hayes Corporation from its dominant market position? Time will tell.” C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Casey frowned at the news. “Even if we’re fishing for a big catch, aren’t we baiting with too much? Billions are on the line.”

Ian shook his head with a smirk. “It’s not enough. The big fish has an even bigger appetite. If we don’t let it taste the bait, how will it bite? I’ll even transfer a few big projects. Then it’ll be time to close the net.”

Casey sighed resignedly, “Who is this person who’s been plotting for over twenty years just to take down the Hayes family? What kind of deep-seated grudge must they hold to go to such lengths?”

“Soon, we’ll find out. I’ve had our people track all financial transactions; we should have results shortly.”

A few days later, Dawson arrived with a report, “The four major families have swallowed our projects and snapped up our group’s stocks. They’re triumphant now, celebrating tonight at the Red Maple Diner, plotting to completely take over Hayes Corporation.”

Ian replied calmly, “The four families are known for their discord. If they’ve united, there must be a middleman. Who is it?”

Dawson met his gaze. His voice was grave. “It’s Paolo.”