YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

"Yes, will do!" Hanging up the call, Molly turned to Violla and said, "Violla, you'll be escorting Mr. Trad by yourself downstairs. Please be observant and act accordingly. While it would be great if he is willing to cooperate, you'll still need to be prepared to comfort and persuade him to help us if he is thinking otherwise."

"I understand," Violla replied, nodding.

"This is an important matter. Mr. Roman is dealing with the hackers and giving out orders from his office. We'll need to keep things in order here in the front line too!" Molly looked solemn but determined.

"Okay, I understand." Violla nodded once more.

Molly eyeballed her for a moment, and pulled her closer.

"Violla, to tell you the truth, Mr. Trad was feeling upset about an hour ago and was unwilling to host the product launch event. I'm guessing… I'm guessing that Mr. Roman got him to come here by force!" She whispered.

"What?" Violla was stunned. She finally understood why Molly was reminding her time after time that Mr. Trad might be really emotional. So that's the context of it all.

"And that's why I'm getting you to do the task.Molly patted Violla's shoulder firmly. "No matter what you do, you need to get Mr. Trad to the sixty-sixth floor and persuade him to host the product launch event. If you do your task well, I'll apply for a bonus for you!"

"A bonus? How much?" Violla's eyes lit up at her words.

"Well… " Molly paused for a second, then said, "Hundreds of thousands at the very least. Get to work! You won't be underpaid."

"Okay, I'll get to work. I'll definitely make it happen!" Violla said confidently.

"Good luck!" Molly pushed her into the lift. "Your promotion and bonus depend on it," she added.

"I understand!" Violla smiled as she put on a front to get into action.

While the company was facing a crisis, everyone around her seemed to be playing a crucial part while she looked on, unable to help. However, with the task that Molly had assigned her, Violla felt that she was also an important employee in the company.Moreover, she would be getting all of those benefits afterward.

For the sake of earning money, she was willing to do anything.Upon reaching the first floor, Violla saw two rows of security guards standing by, with Sean leading them.

She walked toward the security department manager, to inquire about the current whereabouts of Mr. Trad.

From the surveillance footage, it could be seen that the Phantom that Mr. Trad was on was making its way to the company building under the protection of the Hummers.

On the other hand, the Rolls-Royces which had been tailing closely behind were now in shambles. The wreckage of the cars was strewn all over the roads, causing a major traffic jam. A few traffic police officers were trying to manage the situation on the roads.

"That must be Team Razor! Team Razor, which was a team put together by Mr. Roman himself!"

"How can he be this powerful! He's so perceptive, like a god!"

"Mr. Roman is my idol!"

Violla watched the Hummers cruising alongside the Phantom in two neat rows as if they were victorious warriors returning from the battlefields.Even the passersby on the streets could not help but sneak a few looks at the convoy.It was a rather touching sight for Violla.

She felt that she was watching an action movie. Davon was like a perceptive strategist who could make the most effective plans in response to the crisis. He almost seemed unstoppable.In her heart, Davon seemed to be as powerful as a god.

Meanwhile, on the sixty-eighth floor, Davon was monitoring the situation from his computer screen. The corner of his lips turned up into a contented smile.

However, things quickly took a turn. Out of the blue, a commotion could be heard from outside. Cruze raised an eyebrow. "Someone has broken in!"

He immediately sprang into action. After initializing the security system and taking out the weapons to prepare for combat, he said, "It seems like they've laid out a trap for you. They are coming straight for you now that Team Razor has gone to safeguard Mr. Trad."

"I don't care who's coming for me. I don't care if they are the gods or the devil. I'll bring them down at all costs!" Davon growled.

Without looking the least surprised, he began typing furiously on his computer keyboard. "It's been a while. Time to stretch my fingers!"

Violla and the other members of the security department arrived at the main entrance to welcome Mr. Trad .

At the same time, a group of reporters was standing outside of the perimeter. They were jostling for position and taking pictures at the same time.They wanted to know if the product launch would be hosted by Davon.

As the convoy stopped. A bodyguard opened the door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom. When someone stepped out of the car, everyone's eyes widened in anticipation.

However, the one who stepped out was a white-haired old man dressed in a suit with matching leather shoes.The reporters were all stunned and speculated amongst themselves, "Where is the legendary Mr. Roman?"

"Mr. Roman is an influential man in the business world. He is very young."

"That's right, he is a tech genius and business magnate at such a young age."

With that, the reporters asked, "Where is Mr. Roman?"

"Are you here to host the launch of the new tech products?"

Mr. Trad didn't say a word. He had a stern expression on with his eyebrows furrowed. Under the protection of eighteen elite bodyguards, he entered the building swiftly.As the security guards held the reporters back, Violla was squeezed behind by the crowd and started to fall behind.

Mr Trad was about to enter the elevator when he caught a glimpse of Violla. He then gave his men some instructions.The bodyguards quickly came over and pulled her out from the crowd.

As her legs couldn't touch the ground, she looked funny hanging in midair. Nevertheless, she waved at Mr. Trad to greet him. "Hi Mr. Trad."

"Are you here to welcome me?" he asked.

"That's right." As Violla observed his reaction, she probed, "Did you have a smooth journey?"

"Smooth?" Mr. Trad expression darkened and glared coldly at the bodyguards. "I almost died in their hands."

Violla scanned the group of bodyguards. Although they were wearing black face masks, it was obvious to her they were all handsome men.

Violla gulped and reassured him, "Their methods may have been harsh, but it's for the greater good."

"If not for the greater good, I would rather die before I come."Despite his firm tone, he had already relented.

Davon sent eighteen of his bodyguards to pick him up leaving only Cruze and Clyde by his side. It was obvious how important Mr. Trad was to him.Regardless of the reason, it was enough to demonstrate his sincerity to Mr. Trad

Despite his ruthlessness, Davon was meticulous when it came to doing something for others.

"Of course. You are one of the founders of the company and naturally, want the best for it." As Violla didn't really understand Mr. Trad's situation, she was worried about saying the wrong thing. Hence, she kept their conversation to the formalities.

"As one of Romans Corporation's founders, I will not sit still if the company encounters any trouble. It's just that the way the young punk does things is..." When Mr. Trad remembered the laxative he drank the other day, he felt a chill down his spine. "Forget it." Trad finished.

Just when Violla wanted to explain about the chip, Mr. Trad interrupted her, "Let's get the product launch over and done with. As for the rest, we will resolve them later."

Violla's lips squirmed as she smiled awkwardly. The elevator door opened.

Clyde, Molly, and the others were waiting at the entrance. When a few reporters rushed over to take pictures, Sean and other bodyguards ran to stop them.

When Violla helped Mr. Trad out of the elevator, she suddenly heard Clyde instructing the bodyguards softly. "Mr. Roman is in trouble. Team 2, head to level 68 to assist. Team 1, stay here and secure the area."

"Yes!"The bodyguards reentered the elevator and headed to level 68.

Violla felt her heart tighten and considered whether to go check on him.

"Don't worry, he will be fine." Mr. Trad suddenly commented. "With his combat ability, even Satan can't harm him."

Violla pursed her lips and smiled, looking silly. However, her heart was pounding anxiously.She knew that even if she went to level 68, she wouldn't be of any help. In fact, she might even get in the way. Therefore, it made more sense for her to stay was she was.

However, the thought of Davon being in danger caused her to feel inexplicably worried.

"Mr. Trad, the launch is going to start in a minute," Molly respectfully reminded. "This way please."

Mr. Trad adjusted his tie before stepping ahead and leading everyone into the meeting hall.As the dark red doors swung open, the room was filled with thunderous applause.

Following behind, Violla saw members of various media outlets from all over the world and many of the company's partners. They were all there today to witness the launch of Romans Corporation's new technology.

As innumerable cameras flashed at Mr. Trad, Violla who was standing beside him also got to bathe in his glory.A 360 degree 3D screen then played a clip showcasing the success of Romans Corporation.

Romans Corporation's tech products were used in thousands of homes and brought convenience to the lives of many. It had become a necessary part of the homes of the upper-middle class globally.

After watching the presentation, only now did Violla fully grasp the extent of Davon's capabilities and status, leaving her astounded by it.She realized that she really knew very little about him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Trad. The same Trad who has spent his entire life working hand in hand with the Romans generations . Today, I am honored to be here to represent Mr. Roman. To launch Romans Corporation's latest generation of tech products." Mr Trad's voice was filled with vigor and energy.

The audience was wowed with some commenting softly, "So it appears Mr. Trad of Romans Corporation is the famous personal assistant to Dante Roman who also worked closely with the old D'barl Roman from some years ago."

"No wonder the company has been doing so well. They have so much talent hidden within them being carried from generation to generation." Violla ruminated.

"Ladies and gentlemen, before the product launch begins, I would like to spend some time introducing our chairman, Mr Davon Roman…"

Standing on the stage, Mr. Trad pointed at the screen behind him.

"Davon is also the president of Romans Corporation. When he was ten, he invented nineteen tech products and received the patent for them. After which, he started selling them via his family's company. The robot pets, robot nannies, etc. were all designed by him."

"When he was sixteen, he officially established so many things and continued to build on his family's empire. In ten years, he has become a force to be reckoned with in both the commercial and tech world."

Thunderous applause broke out in response.The reporters exclaimed excitedly, "With such an exceptional leader and such capable assistants, Romans Corporation is definitely on the path to greatness."

After listening to the introduction and watching everything that had occurred, Violla felt that she had just got to know Davon again. "It appears he is extremely smart. I didn't even realize that."

At the same time, she felt she was someone insignificant, just like a rock in the vast ocean. All she could do was watch the stars from afar.

While she was fantasizing, she suddenly realized the elite bodyguards had all returned. They were spreading themselves out in the meeting hall and even caught a few suspicious characters.

"If they have returned, where is Davon?" Filled with dread, Violla ran towards the elevator but realized it was occupied. She then took the stairs.

Just when she emerged from the stairwell, a dagger flew in her direction.Luckily, Violla ducked in time, or else she would have met her maker.

Panting from fright, a man grabbed onto her from behind before she realized what was going on. He put a dagger to her throat and threatened, "Don't come any closer, or I will kill her!"

Violla regained her senses and saw what was in front of her.Davon was in a white shirt with his sleeves folded up. His face was red from battle.

While Cruze had pinned someone down and was pounding him in. The president's floor was in a mess from the fight but they had seized the advantage.However, just like an idiot, she appeared at the wrong moment.

Davon seethed as he scowled at her in a sarcastic tone, "Are you an idiot?"

"I… I…"Violla's neck which had just healed now had a dagger pressed against it. She was utterly frightened and could barely speak.

"Miss Milan, why did you come up here?" Cruze sighed.

He and Mr. Roman alone were more than enough to dispose of the remnants. Little did they expect Violla to gift herself to the enemy.

"You, destroy the your server system now, or else I will kill her," the intruder ordered arrogantly.Violla was at the brink of tears and she kept telling herself she was done for.

The system was an integral part of Romans Corporation and held the fate of the Romans family in it.

To Violla, asking Davon to destroy it was no different than asking him to destroy Earth itself.

"This time, he definitely wouldn't save me." She told herself.

"Go ahead and kill her. That stupid woman isn't of any use even when she's alive." Davon shot Violla a cold glare and waved his fist at her angrily. After which, he turned and headed back to his office.

"Erm…" Cruze was stupefied. "Is he for real?"

Violla cried in agony. "I'm just a small fry as I'm the lowest-ranked secretary here. Capturing me is of no use to you. "

"Shut up!" The intruder gritted his teeth and cursed his luck. "Damn it! Why did I capture a useless secretary?"

"Fine. Since neither of you is going to save her, I will kill her first…"Just as he spoke, the intruder prepared to slit her throat.

"No!" Violla closed her eyes. As if by instinct, she screamed, "Escort, save me!"

A sudden brush of wind blew past her ear. The next moment, the hand around her neck released its grip before she heard a thud.When Violla gradually opened her eyes, the man holding her hostage had dropped to the ground.

Davon had seized the dagger from him.Throwing the dagger aside, he gave Violla a resentful look before returning to his office.

Violla was stunned where she stood. When she saw his familiar silhouette, she replayed what just happened in her mind. If I recalled correctly, I shouted "escort, save me", that means…He must be the Escort.

"Miss Milan, stop spacing out." Cruze waved his hand in front of Violla's eyes. "It's dangerous here. Come in with us."

"You're bleeding." Violla realized Cruze was hurt. There were wounds all over his shoulders, arms and legs. Blood was dripping as he walked.However, he didn't flinch as if he wasn't in pain at all.

"They are just cuts, don't worry." Cruze didn't mind and even reminded her, "The product launch has already started and we have yet to fend off the attacks from the hackers. Now that Mr. Trad is buying us time, Mr. Roman has his hands full now. So, don't get on his nerves."

"I understand." Scanning her surroundings,Violla couldn't help but feel she was in a warzone.There was destruction everywhere and debris strewn all over the floor. Furthermore, men in black littered the ground and she wasn't even sure if they were dead or alive.

Only the president's office was left untouched as if it was the last bastion of safety.She could imagine how frightening it was just now.

Davon was dismantling the hacker's systems while Cruze was fighting alone.The office remained a safe haven while the battle raged on outside.Heaven and Hell seemed to have only been separated by a door.

Finally, when Cruze couldn't hold them off any longer, Davon had to come out and personally dispose of the intruders.They were almost done when Violla barged in like a giant idiot.

Realizing that she had gotten in the way instead of helping, Violla wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

"Why is this idiot here?" Davon's voice rang out with a cold and mocking tone.

Violla raised her head and gave him an aggrieved look. "I was just worried and wanted to check on you. I didn't expect to have gotten in your way…"

Davon gazed at her.