The CEO's Surrendered Daughter-in-Law: An unexpected passion

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Junior was already confronting him in the lobby, tormenting his mind with legal problems that needed to be resolved. However, as important as these matters we

d they were all extraordinarily beautiful. Many of them took the breath away from the employees, who tried, most of the time, to disguis

once in his life, with the mother of his son, Daniel. "May God rest her soul," he thought briefly. Since

him. She made him lose all the stability he had cultivated over the years, and worst of all: he w

ht past his secretary without greeting her. Alice, an impeccable woman,

r for being persistent, but at the same time, for not suffocating him with that interest. However, as bea

voice brought him

ers and letters, all meticulously organized, yet still intimidating. Max knew he would be busy with this all day, not to mention

quested for the two o'clock mee

tter how hard he tried to focus on his work, his mind kept wandering back to the young redhead. She unhinged him

" Alice asked, a hint of

than he intended. He knew he was lying

denly, his eyes fixed on the door. Alice watc

soon," he said, quickly leaving the roo

beating fast in his chest, as if he were about to do something forbidden. And, in a way, he was. The usual Max wo

ying inside, an enveloping melody that perfectly matched the environment. He took a deep brea

ied to pull away, to turn around and leave before he did something he would regret, but his feet felt rooted to the spot. His eyes couldn't leave her, and he watched her, fascinated, as she finished the show. When she finally reached the end of theThe catwalk and turned, their eyes meeting once more. And in that moment, Max knew. He knew he was completely lost. Before she left the scene, he asked the coordinator who was nearby, in a tone that left no room for questioning: "What's her name?" The coordinator, not knowing what was going on in the powerful CEO's head, immediately answered: "Natasha. Natas

ately wiped the sweat from her neck, and prepared to leave the room. Max, s

d on him. And then, as if to seal the moment, Natasha began walking toward the door, her hips moving in a rhythm tha

ade him loosen his tie again. It was as if the air in the room had suddenly become thick, suffocating. Natasha left the room, leaving a trail of perfume and a palpable tension in the air. When the door closed behind her, Max was still th