CEO Falls for Untamed Me

Weaving through the dense forest, Laura Byron carefully evaded the perimeter guards and finally reached her destination. Atop Mount Dope, flags fluttered in the wind, and the air vibrated with the thunderous roar of engines. Scantily clad women in miniskirts strolled through the crowd, laughter mingling with the growl of high-powered cars. Whenever one of them poured a drink into a man's mouth with a flirtatious giggle, a stack of cash would magically appear between the inviting curves of her chest. Some let their legs be groped, pressing their bodies closer in hopes of hooking a wealthy man. For these spoiled heirs of fortune, even the scraps slipping through their fingers were enough to keep these women drunk on pleasure for weeks. As the alcohol flowed, the women's allure only grew, but the men—despite their teasing—remained clear-headed, waiting for something even more exhilarating—the private race. Two heirs of prestigious families were about to face off, with a luxurious vineyard on the line. Laura tugged at the hem of her hastily bought skirt, feeling the chill of the mountain wind brushing against her bare legs. She smirked to herself. 'So this is what it's like to wear a miniskirt. Feels like a breeze is slicing right through me.' But beneath her humor, her eyes were icy, cold as steel. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her. A towering man blocked her path—it was one of the event organizers. His eyes brightened as the tall girl before him lifted her head. Compared to the other women flaunting their assets, Laura's low-cut T-shirt and short skirt looked almost plain. But to this man—an expert in sizing up women—her body was pure perfection, and her face was an absolute stunner. Her chestnut curls fell naturally over her shoulders, framing sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes that seemed to hold untold stories. She radiated a raw, unpolished beauty, unlike anything he had seen before. He whistled under his breath, his gaze lingering on her long, shapely legs before trailing up to her cool, expressionless face. 'What's with the act?' he sneered inwardly. 'She must've clawed her way in here just like the rest, hoping to land a rich guy.' "Sweetheart, who got you in here?" he asked with a sleazy grin. "This place is strictly members only. Every one of these race girls was personally picked by me..." He let the words hang, emphasizing the word "personally" as he glanced around the crowd. "And I've never seen you before." Laura's eyes darkened, and she let out a soft sigh, muttering under her breath, "Damn. Caught so soon..." The man, sensing her indifference, felt his pride prickling. He held back his irritation, moving closer with a mocking tone. "I know what you want. Spend a night with me, and I'll make sure you meet them..." Laura's head snapped up, her gaze cutting through him like a blade. The lecherous look in his eyes evaporated instantly. Flushed with embarrassment and anger, he lunged forward to grab her arm. "You stuck-up b***h! You think you're too good for me? You're all here for the same reason. Don't act like you're better than me!" But Laura was ready. She sidestepped effortlessly, and the man stumbled forward, crashing face-first into the dirt. After a resounding thud, silence fell over the crowd as heads turned toward the source of the commotion. The man lay dazed for a moment before his face turned a deep shade of red, quickly morphing into an enraged purple. "I'll kill you!" he bellowed. "What's going on here?" A deep, commanding voice cut through the tension. The crowd fell into hushed murmurs as they stepped aside. Laura instinctively looked toward the source of the voice, her eyes locking on a tall, broad-shouldered figure flanked by a slender woman clinging to his arm. The man had a cascade of golden hair tied loosely at the nape of his neck, his chiseled face highlighted by a pair of piercing blue eyes beneath his perfectly sculpted brows. The alluring shape of his lips brought his flawless face to a whole new level of perfection. Even his well-defined figure was stunning. He held the waist of the woman beside him, his muscular arm catching everyone's attention. The woman, fragile as a flower, rested her head against his chest, casting a smug, challenging glance at Laura. It was him! The fire in Laura's eyes flared into a roaring blaze. A volcano of anger churned inside her, threatening to erupt. The man was Danny Dope—the youngest son of the CEO of Dope Group. Outwardly, he was nothing more than a notorious playboy, effortlessly excelling at indulgence and vice. But in reality... Laura's mind flashed back to the haunting image of her foster father, lying in a pool of blood. She blinked, forcing her rage to dry up the tears threatening to spill. All her leads pointed to Danny, but she had yet to confirm if he was the one responsible for her father's death. She had to get closer to him, which was why she came here today. Restraining all her emotions, Laura calmed herself and put on an expressionless mask. Danny, however, didn't miss the wild, ferocious look in her eyes—a fire that made her gaze burn with untamed intensity. It stirred something deep inside him. He never lacked for women. Even without his wealth, his perfectly chiseled face and powerful physique would have women throwing themselves at his feet. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it was cut short by a raspy voice. The man who had fallen was now stammering through an angry explanation of what had happened. As expected, when Danny heard that Laura had snuck in without permission, his charming smile faded. The organizer shot her a vindictive look, confident that Danny—ever the stickler for rules—would have no qualms about throwing her out, no matter how beautiful she was. But Danny's sharp gaze flickered toward the man, signaling him to shut up. Getting shown up by a woman and then whining about it? How pathetic. The woman draped over his chest shifted, stepping aside, knowing it was best to distance herself from him in moments like this. Danny's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Laura, whose lips were now curled into a faint, daring smile. His grin returned. If this woman's goal was to catch his attention, she had succeeded. But... beautiful as she was, she wasn't enough to make him lose his head. "My lovely intruder, I'll overlook the fact that you crashed my party..." He paused, his smile fading. "But just this once." Then, he signaled to his men. As the guards moved in, Laura's smile widened, and for the first time, she spoke, "Mr. Dope, if I leave now, who will race for you?"