The Pursuit of Love by the Female CEO

On the sixth blind date, the man in front of me started talking about having a house. My name is Isabella Martinez, 28 years old, an only child, unmarried. I am currently the CEO of the Southeast Region at TR Group, with an annual income in the eight figures. The man in front of me was carefully selected by a high-end matchmaking company, claiming to be a promising candidate. I neither agreed nor refused, and asked, "Oh, tell me, what makes you think you can make this demand?" The man with a sense of entitlement said, "First of all, I am younger than you. I just turned 23, at the peak of my youth. I have good health and great looks. Although I don't earn as much as you, being your husband will bring great face. Don't you think so?" "And we agreed beforehand that we wouldn't get married. With your high income, you are fully capable of buying a house in full and putting both our names on it. That makes sense, doesn't it?" I have been on many blind dates and have met shameless people, but I have never encountered a man so shamelessly trying to freeload. "Sorry," I took a sip of coffee and mocked him with a glance, "With all due respect, you are not worthy of my house." As I left the cafe, I felt relieved. My driver, Benjamin Clarke, asked, "CEO Isabella, are we going home or back to the office?" "Let's go back to the office," I replied casually. Sure enough, as soon as I got in the car, my mother called. I have become numb to her repetitive nagging and can only give her perfunctory responses. After hanging up the phone, I sighed helplessly. As I grow older, my mother is drifting further away on the path of urging me to get married. She urges me every day, from breakfast to lunch and afternoon tea, believing that no matter how capable or wealthy I become, it is all meaningless if I don't get married. I must get married. As I arrived at the underground garage of the company, as soon as I got out of the car, a white car whizzed past me. There was a man wearing a white turtleneck sweater sitting in the driver's seat, and he passed by in a flash. I didn't see his face clearly, but in that moment, my heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, I took out my phone and captured his license plate number. My driver was puzzled, "CEO Isabella, what was that?" "It's nothing," I casually tossed my phone back into my bag. Although I said it was nothing, ripples of emotions stirred inside me. Five years ago, I was just a regional manager at TR Group Southeast Region, and Ethan Anderson was my mentor. I used to admire him, but he took advantage of my admiration and made a move on me. He took me to the presidential suite of a hotel. Just when I thought I was finished, someone appeared and saved me. However, I was in a dazed state at that time and didn't see who saved me. But just now, in that instant, I felt like I had found my savior from back then. As soon as I arrived at the office, I instructed my assistant, Olivia Mitchell, "Compile a list of eligible bachelors for me, aged between 24 and 30. No bad habits, no smoking or drinking, good character and appearance. That's all I can think of for now, the rest is up to you." I no longer relied on high-end matchmaking agencies. Olivia Mitchell has been by my side for many years, and she is efficient. Soon, she handed me a list. I carefully read through the resumes of all the men on the list and finally focused on a handsome man. "Him," I said. Two days later, I met the man named Sebastian Miller. Although he was handsome, I still passed on him. No spark. After he left, I continued to sit and enjoy a rare moment of tranquility, sipping my coffee. Just then, a sharp voice shattered the peace. "Liam Thompson, if I approve of you, then you can be my boyfriend. Don't underestimate me." A tree blocked my view, and all I could see was a slender figure. The man had broad shoulders, dressed in a plain white sweater, with neatly trimmed hair. Just from his back, he gave off an air of elegance. That strange feeling surged within me once again. Seeing that he was unresponsive, the other person softened their tone, "As long as you agree to be my boyfriend for a month, I'll give you one million." Tsk. I lightly tapped my fingers on the table. Publicly flaunting one's wealth is nothing new, but a million is not a small sum to offer. I stared calmly at the back of the man's head, thinking that faced with such temptation, he must be moved, right? The man seemed to smile lightly. He spoke, his voice calm, "One million just for being your boyfriend?" "Don't you think it's a little less?" the other person asked. "It's not about the amount, it's about you not deserving it," the man replied, then turned around to leave. In that moment, I saw his face clearly. No wonder that wealthy young lady was chasing after him relentlessly. No one could resist the presence of that face. Sharp eyebrows, beautiful brow bones, a perfectly sculpted nose, and those eyes, like obsidian washed by mountain springs, exuded a chilling aura that kept others at bay. Unspoiled by the mud, for some reason, I thought of this phrase. In that moment when he turned around, our eyes met briefly before he quickly looked away. I did not feel embarrassed because of watching the play, instead I smirked at him and whispered, "Do you need my help?" He ignored me and just stared at me without moving, seemingly lost in thought. How could a rich girl endure such humiliation? She immediately called her bodyguard to stop him. Liam Thompson frowned, his expression starting to show impatience. I looked down and glanced at his clenched fist, wondering if he was going to fight here. I wondered if he could win against those two bodyguards. Those two bodyguards were strong and powerful, clearly professional. Although he was tall and had long legs, it was unlikely that he could win against the two of them. Besides, engaging in a public fight would probably lead to consequences. "Aren't you leaving?" Liam Thompson glanced at me with his dark eyes and spoke in a soft voice. Although I usually didn't like to intervene, I changed my mind now. The rich girl walked over and said, "Liam Thompson, I'll give you one last chance. Will you be my boyfriend?" "Not willing." "You..." "A forced melon isn't sweet." I stood up and walked over to the rich girl. "There's no fun in biting a hard one." "Who do you think you are, meddling in other people's business?" The rich girl glared at me angrily. "Could it be that you also like this pretty boy?" As soon as she mentioned the term "pretty boy," Liam Thompson's fist clenched again. I found it amusing. This young girl, who hasn't even grown her hair fully, clearly likes someone but insists on using the most extreme means. She's probably taking advantage of her status, behaving recklessly and without any filter. "So what if I do?" I looked at her with a faint smile, not wanting to explain. "Then how much are you offering?" She looked at me disdainfully. Liam Thompson gave the rich girl a menacing look. "Well, unlike you, I'm not crude enough to use money to win him over, but..." I took out a card from my bag and placed it in her hand. "I don't mind using money to solve some troublesome matters, like dealing with you." "There's one million in here. Starting today, you are not allowed to bother him again, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." I lowered my voice and said to her, "You're the youngest daughter of the Lin family, right? Your good father just sorted out a mess you got into not long ago. If I were you, I would lay low for a while and be a good daughter." "You..." She looked up at me, disbelief in her eyes. "Take care." I patted her shoulder. I walked over to Liam Thompson. I looked up, he looked down. He was tall, probably around one meter eighty-eight. "Let's go," I said to him. He followed me out. "Why did you help me?" he asked. I ignored him and found my car, opened the door, and sat in the driver's seat. When I was about to close the door, he once again blocked it, his tall figure standing by the car.