The Blind CEO Teen Lover

The Blind CEO Teen Lover

Faviebovy

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Young master, there's someone lying on the road on this rainy night.
"Go check it out," said Damond, one of the Top 3 rich businessmen who own a tech company.
"Sir, a lady is lying on the floor.
Let's move... pick her up."

"You'll stay at my place while I sort out my own romantic life," I explained, detailing this unusual plan. "It won't be anything serious-just a temporary arrangement. In exchange, I'll pay you one hundred thousand dollars each month for your help. This will go on for six months."

I had bills and dreams just like anyone else. The staggering salary he offered, coupled with the jaw-dropping payout at the end of the six-month contract, left my mind reeling. Besides, I wasn't about to take this stand-in job for free.
"Then let's go, baby."

Chapter 1 A chance encounter

DAISY JOYCE

I'm an orphan living in a homeless shelter. During the day, I collect bottles to feed myself, and at night, I have no choice but to sleep wherever I can find a spot. I am very poor and cannot afford to rent even a small apartment or buy decent food. Despite my circumstances, everything changed on a fateful night when heavy rain poured down like cats and dogs. The rain interrupted my sleep, causing me to wake up and start running, though I had no idea where I was headed. By 11 PM, it was dark outside. Eventually, I came to a stop on the road, feeling weak and exhausted. Suddenly, I collapsed.

DAMOND CHRIS

I was in the car on my way home when my assistant Moore said, "Sir, a person is lying lifeless on the road." "Go check," I replied. "Okay, sir," he responded. He quickly got out of the car and returned, startled. "Boss, it's a girl," he reported. I paused for a moment before responding, "Go get her." "Yes, yes, sir," Moore replied. He carefully helped her into the car, but she had fainted.

DAISY JOYCE

The next morning, I opened my eyes to find myself lying in a king-sized bed, and I felt horrified. I quickly jumped off the bed and looked around the room, amazed by the lavish surroundings. Reality hit me, and I started sobbing. "How did I end up in a hotel like this? I don't have any money! I was sure I would end up in jail one day, even if I spent ten years collecting bottles." "I couldn't afford the room," I said, pausing to collect my thoughts as I waited for a response. "I never booked any room for myself, let alone arrived here barefoot. I remember lying on the road, and now I realize that my embarrassing rainy day has come because the troubles from my past are finally catching up to me. I'm finished." Tears streamed down my face as I sank into despair. Just then, I heard a voice. "You're awake." Looking up, I was taken aback by the commanding presence of the man in the room. Though his voice carried a certain arrogance, something was striking about him-his demeanor was otherworldly as if he had stepped out of a storybook like an animated character. "Are you there?" he asked, his tone brusque, snapping me back to the present. "Wait! Can he not see me? Am I a ghost, or is he blind?" "Good morning, sir," I said, but he offered no response. "Sir, I can explain-" I started, but he abruptly cut me off. "You should be thankful; not that you need an explanation. Now get out!" he yelled. Confused, I replied, "Yes, sir," and I quickly ran out of the room. However, I came to a stop in the corridor. This man is like a mad dog, I thought. If I leave now, I have nowhere to stay. I will continue to suffer. This is my opportunity-I had to grab it tightly because opportunity comes but once. I went back to the room "Sir did you know we can benefit from each other " I said smiling thinking I would hear a good response when I heard him say "I don't need help from a lady that is dirty like trash, can't you perceive the bad odor emanating from your body and it's even spreading around the room". I felt a surge of anger, but I clenched my fist to hold it back. This man was like a mad dog. "But sir, why am I still dirty after being cleaned by you?" I teased. "To be precise, I only need a job. Sir, could you please consider offering me a position as your cook?" I said. " I will never touch a person like you to be precise because I date rich and classic girls you are not one of them you are not my standard, I never help you to clean your body my maid did that for you and I have a cook already I don't eat dirty food, now get out, "he said. I knelt before him in tears. "Sir, I have nobody. I have been an orphan since I was nine years old. I have no one, sir. Please, I can be your eyes-not your girlfriend, to be precise. You are a lot older than me," I said. What I said seemed to make him angry. "Hey, lady, you're stepping on my nerves," he replied, then called his bodyguards to have me thrown out.

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