Trapped Married By Young Master

Luci's emotions exploded, who was currently busy raising her hand. Her slender hand was clutching a file of documents, trembling, determining.

Because she was tired of having a contractual relationship with Evan Robert Hudan, the CEO and chairman of the Hudan Group, which was one of the strongest and third richest companies in Asia.

It's a wonderful dream if you can finally be side by side with that guy, right? But not at all.

"No!" That's how Luci always reassured herself. This had to end, this was too much.

This was because Evan had arbitrarily extended the contract agreement between them. Even though Luci already had another client. Even though the twenty-three-year-old girl already had a schedule that she had prepared for her beloved clients.

"Yes," Luci nodded to herself. "If this continues, it will damage my image as a jockey, which can thwart a forced marriage of two young people. If this continues, it will damage my image as a jockey, who can save the fate of someone who almost fell into the hands of a gold digger woman who only wants money.

"I do this because I love them, I love my clients, who are desperate because of an unlucky fate."

All of that couldn't be tolerated. No matter how much Evan paid her and no matter how much the CEO offered her, Luci would not accept it.

She had been involved enough for these three months. She had had enough of pretending to be the CEO's lover for the past three months. Especially after fairness had been overstepped, and after the CEO had done things he shouldn't have done.

After all, at the beginning of the agreement, Luci only needed to appear in front of Evan's grandmother to prove that the man was no longer single, so the cruel and arbitrary CEO didn't need to suffer an arranged marriage.

Yes, again matchmaking or arrange marriage. A classic excuse to hire a fake girlfriend.

"I was kind enough to extend this agreement for one week when the contract started. Because Evan said that his grandmother still didn't believe in our relationship."

That's right, the seventy-five-year-old woman had asked for a dinner to be held next week.

Dinner was over. However, it was not the payment that Luci got but something beyond expectations.

"Evan asked for a contract extension for a month. Damn it! I should have refused his request even though he paid me tens of times more than my other clients. I should have realized from the beginning, there was something strange here. But stupidly I just accepted it with pleasure."

One month passed and Luci sensed that all of this was starting to go wrong. Evan's grandmother began frequently asking the girl to come over to her house, for tea and small talk. Evan's grandmother said that she had started to like Luci and that she hoped that she would become his granddaughter, especially Evan,'s wife.

"Evan's wife? I? Tch! Do not hope!"

Automatically Luci reported the incident to Evan by demanding that the CEO shortly terminate their contract. Luci was tired, she was battling various pressures pressing on her, including the CEO's annoying behavior.

But it's not that easy, Evan still didn't want to end his contract. Various pressures had been exerted by the man, making Luci not be able to back down easily.

Evan still wanted to extend their agreement for at least another two months (so their total agreement was three months). Because during that time Evan would explain to his grandmother about their true relationship.

"In the beginning, didn't it? That was the original agreement!" Luci squeezed the document in her hand. "Until he finally tricked me!"

The plan was that within three months Evan and Luci would perform a play of a great fight that ended in separation. At least it would prove to Evan's grandmother that all this time Evan had had a girlfriend.

Then if the old woman was going to set Evan up for another woman after the fake breakup, Evan would argue that he still loved Luci, loved her very much. And matchmaking would be avoided for a long time. That was the plan Evan always told Luci, always.

But what was planned did not happen. Instead, Evan's grandmother invited Luci to her house more and more and even Evan's grandmother sometimes visited the girl in her shabby rental house. Not to mention, one tragedy that Evan had done to her.

Sick, Luci was so sick.

"Evan, Mister, get out!" shouted Luci while holding up the contract document high in the air. She wanted to confirm everything, even though it might not be easy. She knew what the consequences would be, but who cared? Her shoulders were too tired right now.

It was not easy to terminate the contract with Evan because in the agreement it was stated that the contract would only be discontinued if Evan, as the party initiating this contract. Stupidly Luci did not object to that point. She should have denied and taken control of this agreement, just like always. But the rice had turned into porridge, she couldn't do anything now.

From the beginning, Evan was in control cunningly. The girl should have sniffed the annoyance long ago. She must be adept at playing situations so as not to get caught up in Evan's famous cunning and arrogant game.

"Get out! I want to talk! Get out or I'll break it all down! I have accurate evidence!" Luci shouted again, ignoring some of the awful memories she had with Evan. She was now in front of the gate of Evan's house. It was ten o'clock in the evening and Luci ventured to come to the estate.

A lot of things had happened to them lately. Her courage was commendable.

It was the kind of residence that was hard to break into. In front of the residence itself, there was a security guard who could have blocked her entrance. But Luci was able to pass through the gate.

To be honest, under normal conditions, it would be very difficult for a foreigner to pass through the security post, especially if that person did not have an appointment with one of the residents in this super-elite housing.

This applied to Luci as well. Especially now she was dressed like a beggar who was scavenging for mercy because of hunger. She only wore an unbranded T-shirt that was a bit tattered and also hot pants.

Maybe it's an exaggeration to call her sloppy because it's still quite appropriate to wear if only she was in an ordinary housing complex, not in elite housing like that.

Once again, Luci shouldn't be able to easily enter the estate. But what happened was that security just let her in. Even the sturdy security guard didn't mind letting Luci take the tattered motorbike she was driving with her. This was very contrary to the regulation of residential land.

There's something here, of course. But Luci didn't notice. Everything was neatly arranged, too organized.

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