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2,071,948	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	Read next chapter👉	As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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2,071,938	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	Read next chapter👉	As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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2,071,937	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	Mon ex-femme obéissante est une grande patronne !	"Elle est de retour, je vais l'épouser !" En voyant son mari depuis trois ans déposer un accord de divorce, elle se rend compte avec tristesse qu'elle était une remplaçante. Après son divorce, elle fait un retour éclatant en tant qu'héritière d'un empire commercial. ===== « Divorçons », a déclaré Braiden Collins. « Sommes-nous obligés de le faire ? » Les mots se sont à peine échappés des lèvres d'Emily. Cela faisait trois ans qu'ils étaient mariés. Pourtant, l'homme est resté aussi distant pendant tout ce temps. Il n'y avait dans sa voix aucune forme de tendresse, seulement un détachement qui faisait froid dans le dos. Braiden a légèrement plissé les yeux en la regardant. L'absence de maquillage ne cachait en rien la beauté naturelle d'Emily, même si ses yeux étaient rougis par l'émotion. Mais pour Braiden, elle n'était rien d'autre qu'une femme calme et insignifiante. Elle avait rempli son rôle d'épouse sans faute, mais il ne ressentait aucun amour pour elle. Trois ans plus tôt, un accident de voiture avait laissé à Braiden une grave blessure à la colonne vertébrale, jetant le doute sur sa capacité à remarcher. Le pronostic était très sombre. Il avait risqué d'être paraplégique à vie. Au cours de cette période difficile, les circonstances l'avaient obligé à se séparer de la femme qu'il aimait. Sous l'insistance de sa mère, il avait fait un mariage arrangé, épousant une femme médecin qui pourrait s'occuper de lui indéfiniment. Emily était devenue son choix, son absence de passé prestigieux et sa nature discrète étant des facteurs déterminants. « Cela fait trois ans que tu es à mes côtés, que tu t'occupes de moi. En guise de compensation, je suis prêt à t'offrir dix millions de dollars. » Il n'y avait aucune émotion dans le ton de Braiden, qui n'avait pas d'affection particulière pour elle. « À moins que, bien sûr, tu ne souhaites autre chose... » « Pourquoi ? » Pour la première fois, Emily lui a coupé la parole. Ses yeux larmoyants brillaient d'un mélange de détermination et de réticence. « Pourquoi demandes-tu le divorce maintenant ? » Sa question est restée en suspens. Le jour suivant serait celui de leur troisième anniversaire de mariage. Elle avait envisagé de le fêter, ainsi que de nombreux autres à venir, rêvant d'une vie entière avec lui. « Tu sais que la personne que j'aime n'est pas toi. » La voix de Braiden a traversé ses pensées, froide et détachée, n'offrant aucune lueur d'espoir. « Natalia est revenue. J'ai l'intention de l'épouser. » La révélation a touché Emily comme un coup de tonnerre et l'a fait trembler. Le mariage dans lequel elle avait mis tout son cœur pendant trois ans semblait facile à briser à la mention du nom de Natalia Powell. « Monsieur... », l'arrivée soudaine du majordome a rompu le silence. « Mme Powell a vomi son repas et a même craché du sang ! » Braiden a changé d'attitude et est passé rapidement devant Emily, se dirigeant vers la chambre d'amis. Sa voix, grave et pressante, a ordonné : « Prépare la voiture. Nous allons à l'hôpital. » Peu après, il est réapparu, portant tendrement une femme fragile dans ses bras. Natalia était couverte d'une couverture qu'Emily avait elle-même brodée. Elle avait l'air extrêmement frêle, sa pâleur lui donnant l'air d'être au bord de la mort. Braiden s'est arrêté et s'est tourné vers Emily, avant d'annoncer : « L'avocat va discuter des détails du divorce avec toi. Tu dois quitter le manoir dans les trois jours. » Puis il a soigneusement ajusté la femme dans ses bras et a descendu les escaliers, sans jeter un seul coup d'œil en arrière. Emily est restée ancrée en haut de l'escalier, les yeux fixés sur leurs silhouettes en partance. Natalia, blottie dans l'étreinte de Braiden, a jeté un regard victorieux vers Emily. Une heure plus tôt, Natalia lui avait dit avec un sourire narquois : « Je suis de retour. Rends-le-moi. » La résolution d'Emily est retombée seulement après qu'ils ont disparu de sa vue. Des larmes silencieuses coulaient sur ses joues pendant qu'elle se recroquevillait sur elle-même, un frisson de froid l'enveloppant. Dix années s'étaient écoulées. Depuis le moment où il l'avait sauvée du désespoir jusqu'à aujourd'hui, elle l'avait admiré de loinpendant dix ans, en l'aimant. Combien de dix ans avait-elle dans toute sa vie ? Pourtant, son amour était impossible à forcer. Peu importe à quel point elle se rabaissait, il était clair qu'elle ne parviendrait jamais à faire naître les mêmes sentiments dans le cœur de Braiden. « Braiden, je ne verserai plus de larmes pour toi. » Sur ces mots, Emily a séché ses larmes. La femme douce et fragile avait disparu, remplacée par quelqu'un de froid et d'inébranlable. Une étincelle de détermination est apparue dans ses yeux. Il était temps pour elle d'aller de l'avant. Sur la table de chevet de la chambre principale, les papiers du divorce étaient bien visibles. Emily a consulté la dernière page du document et son regard s'est posé sur la signature familière. Une brève lueur d'émotion a traversé son visage alors qu'elle touchait tendrement le nom de Braiden. Elle a étouffé un reniflement, se retenant de pleurer, a pris le stylo et a signé son nom: Emily Green. Tout avait commencé avec ce nom, et il était normal que tout se termine avec lui. En sortant du manoir, Emily a remarqué qu'une voiture de luxe noire attendait sur le bord de la route. Elle y est montée et a annoncé calmement : « Je suis divorcée. » L'homme au volant, portant une paire de lunettes de soleil, a souri et a dit : « Félicitations pour avoir récupéré ta liberté. » Il lui a tendu un ordinateur portable, d'une voix encourageante. « Il est temps de te redécouvrir. Nous attendions tous ton retour avec impatience. » Chapitre 2 Le retour de Mme Morris Emily s'est arrêtée un instant pour se ressaisir, puis elle a allumé son ordinateur portable. En tapant rapidement sur les touches, elle a navigué à travers le système de surveillance, effaçant méticuleusement toute trace de sa présence. Elle était venue avec un passé entouré de mystère et avait l'intention de disparaître de cette manière. « Monsieur, Mme Green est partie ! » Le lendemain matin, Braiden a reçu la mise à jour et est revenu au manoir en provenance de l'hôpital. En entrant dans la chambre, il a été accueilli par le parfum familier et rafraîchissant des roses, un parfum distinctif d'Emily. Pourtant, Braiden ne s'est pas arrêté pour s'imprégner de l'ambiance. Il s'est approché de la table de chevet. Il y a trouvé les papiers du divorce, déjà signés par Emily, ainsi que le chèque intact de dix millions de dollars qu'il avait préparé pour elle. Une lettre se trouvait sous le sceau. Il l'a prise et l'a dépliée pour découvrir un message écrit de la main élégante d'Emily. « Joyeux troisième anniversaire de mariage. Braiden, au revoir. » Les mots l'ont frappé, d'autant plus que son regard s'est posé sur le calendrier à côté du lit. Le dix avril, c'était l'anniversaire de leur mariage. Trois ans s'étaient écoulés en un clin d'œil. Tout en écoutant le briefing de son assistant, Braiden a adopté un regard contemplatif. « Trouve où elle est allée », a-t-il ordonné à voix basse. *** Trois jours plus tard, Braiden était allé chercher Natalia à l'hôpital.Sur le chemin du retour, il était au téléphone, grondant : « Tu n'as pas trouvé de traces ? Qu'est-ce que tu as fait exactement ? » Au bout du fil, l'assistant était visiblement inquiet. Malgré des recherches approfondies sur les images de surveillance couvrant des centaines de kilomètres et de nombreuses tactiques, Emily a disparu sans laisser de traces. Braiden a froncé les sourcils. Se souvenant de la femme réservée et silencieuse, il se demandait si elle avait eu l'intention de laisser une impression d'unicité. « Monsieur, j'ai mis en place une équipe de recherche à la ville d'Ontmore. Il est possible qu'elle soit retournée à ses racines », a dit l'assistant. « Ce n'est pas la peine », a répondu Braiden, d'un ton indifférent. « Nous sommes divorcés maintenant. Il n'y a plus aucune raison de maintenir des liens. Comme elle a choisi cette voie, qu'il en soit ainsi. » « C'est compris. Mais il y a encore une chose... et c'est une question d'affaires ! » Sentant l'impatience grandissante de son patron, l'assistant s'est empressé d'insister sur le caractère professionnel de sa prochaine mise à jour. « Vas-y », a dit Braiden. « Il s'agit de la famille Morris à Merden. Depuis quelques jours, l'insaisissable acheteuse du Groupe Morris a fait son apparition. D'après les rapports, Emily Morris est de retour. » Le sourcil de Braiden s'est arqué sous l'effet de la surprise. Emily Morris ? N'était-elle pas censée être morte depuis trois ans ? Pendant ce temps, Le Groupe Morris, niché dans l'Immeuble Crest, à la ville de Merden, était en pleine effervescence. Les employés se pressaient tandis que les dirigeants se réunissaient dans le hall d'entrée, attendant avec impatience l'arrivée de leur nouveau PDG. Deux jours plus tôt, le Groupe Morris, au bord de la faillite après une chute spectaculaire des marchés boursiers, s'était retrouvé soudainement sauvé. Un mystérieux personnage est intervenu pour racheter l'entreprise à prix d'or, en veillant à ce que les employés conservent leur emploi. Mais les employés ressentaient à présent une nouvelle vague d'incertitude. Soudain, quelqu'un a dit à haute voix : « Le nouveau PDG est arrivé ! Silence ! » L'air du hall d'entrée s'est empli d'impatience et tous les regards se sont tournés vers l'entrée. Une Rolls-Royce noire et élégante s'est arrêtée, et le vice-président lui-même s'est avancé pour ouvrir la portière. Une femme en est sortie. Ses hauts talons noirs ont d'abord touché le sol, révélant une silhouette aux cheveux courts soigneusement coiffés, vêtue d'un impeccable tailleur blanc. Elle a pris toute sa hauteur et son maquillage raffiné a mis en valeur ses traits remarquables. Pour les hauts dirigeants qui avaient consacré près d'une décennie au Groupe Morris, son visage était indubitablement familier. Ils ont sursauté en signe d'incrédulité collective. « Mme Morris... » Chapitre 3 Renaître ! La personne qui avait redonné vie au Groupe Morris et obtenu le cinquante-et-un pour cent des parts du groupe s'avérait être Emily ! N'avait-elle pas été présumée morte ? Emily, l'ancienne héritière du Groupe Morris, avait disparu depuis trois ans dans un tragique accident d'alpinisme, tombée du haut d'une falaise et dont le corps n'a jamais été retrouvé. Ses oncles, Kyson et Logan, l'avaient pleurée lors de somptueuses funérailles, avant de prendre le contrôle du Groupe Morris et d'hériter des biens d'Emily. Leur imagination la plus folle ne leur permettait pas de croire qu'elle pouvait réapparaître miraculeusement. Emily s'est réjouie de leur étonnement en s'asseyant confortablement dans son fauteuil. Elle a dit avec désinvolture : « Oncles, je suis revenue d'entre les morts. C'est choquant, n'est-ce pas ? » Pendant trois ans, elle a été animée par l'amour. Désormais, elle ne changera pour personne... ... ==== Pendant trois ans, Emily a essayé d'être l'épouse parfaite pour Braiden, mais ses sentiments pour elle sont restés froids. Lorsqu'il lui a demandé de divorcer pour une autre femme, Emily a disparu et lui est apparue plus tard de manière inattendue, devenir son nouveau fantasme... Que se passe-t-il ensuite? Le nombre de chapitres affichés est limité. Appuyez sur le bouton ci-dessous pour installer notre application et lire les chapitres suivants. 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2,071,965	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	Read next chapter👉	As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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2,071,967	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	Read next chapter👉	She signed the divorce papers and left without taking her phone. He checked her phone and got floored at the message: Please come tomorrow for another prenatal care checkup! ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. 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2,071,970	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	Read next chapter👉	She signed the divorce papers and left without taking her phone. He checked her phone and got floored at the message: Please come tomorrow for another prenatal care checkup! ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. 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2,071,966	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	Read next chapter👉	As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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2,071,962	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	Read next chapter👉	As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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2,071,995	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2071866}'	No	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571		Safe to say we had a solid weekend at the new K1 circuit for Round 6 of @superkartsusa Prokart challenge. #racing #karting #gfc #live your passion #formulaworks #hardware #champion #championship	MESSAGE_PAGE		Formula Works	https://www.facebook.com/formulaworks01/	963	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461949796_1733471320721929_7016932325433361502_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=5qtCW3XcGGoQ7kNvgE60cQl&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A97VPt1kX1gt5qi1SFhHw0i&oh=00_AYDSu5kLJ1JUvRqu-MiMpSafJEwfV9oIyCb300ikQKrqLA&oe=67043287	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Formula Works	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,071,996	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2071866}'	No	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	Operation Veteran and Caregiver Support	It's might have gray and rainy today, but we have sunshine on our minds looking forward to our Hero Harvest 5k. Haven't registered yet? There's still time! Visit www.runsignup.com/heroharvest5k today!	CALL_NOW		Operation Veteran and Caregiver Support	https://www.facebook.com/OperationVeteranCaregiverSupport/	1,965	1969-12-31 18:00	Call now		IMAGE	Connecting Veterans and Caregivers to resources earned empowering life transformation		1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461986588_761086836142848_8801837854833698435_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zMZfzzYI6IoQ7kNvgF-K5WN&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A97VPt1kX1gt5qi1SFhHw0i&oh=00_AYB98azmNPdMNhf53_ATO-ehgNwsZQk-WUtOqT0_Ki08vg&oe=67041964	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Operation Veteran and Caregiver Support	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,072,004	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2072003}'	No	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	Witmer Wood Products	Custom Dovetail Drawers - Handcrafted to your project specifications	GET_QUOTE	https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-1I_rPnC1GvFeN5ZR	Witmer Wood Products	https://www.facebook.com/61566847100644/	1	1969-12-31 18:00	Get Quote	https://dub.sh/bfPcU9m	CAROUSEL	Custom Dovetail Drawers - Handcrafted to your project specifications	https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-1I_rPnC1GvFeN5ZRLDyQezG2kqh1uos/view?usp=drivesdk	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462028472_516450794357742_7264686336543826083_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_meOyUr1a64Q7kNvgHZqtY3&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A97VPt1kX1gt5qi1SFhHw0i&oh=00_AYCqUkYDZ0V1-pEpz1tI5sRRo-LB6hhtoEzQhpUyaB9_sQ&oe=670427BD	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Witmer Wood Products	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,071,999	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2071866}'	Yes	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571		It’s time for another AWESOME SALE at Herrema's Food Market!!! Meat Bonanza Sale on October 11th & 12th 😱 Take a look at these low prices on delicious Brazilian Beef & Pork Favorites 🥩🐖 Must buy whole pieces! Average sizes: Ribeyes 8lb Strip loins 12lb Tenderloins 4-5lb 2 DAYS ONLY ‼️ * while supplies last, no rain checks *			Herrema's Food Market	https://www.facebook.com/HerremasFoodMarket/	4,145	1969-12-31 18:00			IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461747551_521029324179158_4536528439945868467_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=h5SKtflr8NcQ7kNvgGq1eWX&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A97VPt1kX1gt5qi1SFhHw0i&oh=00_AYDDV4sELvuAuXMmRA9d8gG4KvgN_rKosvGPKWUUwZegrg&oe=670412CE	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Herrema's Food Market	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,072,009	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	Liebhard Farm Retirement Auction in Belle Plaine, MN	Join us on Saturday, October 5th at 9:30 am for an exceptional farm retirement sale in Belle Plaine, MN! 🚨 Live and Online Bidding 🚨 Visit the event for more information and links to bid! Don’t miss this incredible opportunity to acquire quality equipment for your operation. Lineup includes tractors ranging from everyday workhorses to collectors, planting, tilling, and harvesting equipment, horse drawn equipment, and a large assortment of steel wheels.	EVENT_RSVP	https://www.facebook.com/events/488428067391323/	Gregory Auctions	https://www.facebook.com/edgregoryauctions/	562	1969-12-31 18:00	INTERESTED	Liebhard Farm Retirement Auction in Belle Plaine, MN	EVENT	Gregory Auctions, in partnership with Ediger Auctions, is happy to announce an exceptional farm retirement sale in Belle Plaine, MN! Robert and Carol Liebhard, lifelong farmers, have decided to retire their agricultural operation and are offering their line of top-notch equipment for auction. Join us on Saturday, October 5th at 9:30 am for the full lineup including tractors ranging from everyday workhorses to collectors from Robert’s childhood, planting, tilling, and harvesting equipment, horse drawn equipment and a large assortment of steel wheels. Don’t miss this incredible opportunity to acquire quality equipment for your operation. There is something for everyone – whether you are looking to upgrade your own farm, add to your collection, or simply appreciate quality equipment. Stay tuned for additional details and listings! Questions? Give us a ring! Ed Gregory 612-282-5702 Samantha Ediger-Johnson 612-598-7775 Jim Connolly 507-351-1885 Erika Ediger-Connolly 952-201-0874 Jeff Johnson 612-490-2387	https://www.facebook.com/events/488428067391323/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461874960_538442882103320_1174914484694711983_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=3_vI1HhjU5oQ7kNvgHe8tig&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A97VPt1kX1gt5qi1SFhHw0i&oh=00_AYA79G7ZJydu_k8U0Us6tXDQyVS5DAPjT7XSbal_QoGzkw&oe=67040F1F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Gregory Auctions	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,072,018	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	Ships Free! Drum Throne With Back Backrest, Adjustable Height, Swivel (Brand New) With Drum Sticks	Ships Free! Drum Throne With Back Backrest, Adjustable Height, Swivel (Brand New) With Drum Sticks - $89.10 90.00 High-Quality Drum Throne with Backrest Brand New in Box! Ships Free! This brand-new high quality adjustable height drum throne with backrest is perfect for any drummer looking for a quality affordable drum throne with added support. The drum throne rotates 360 degrees, has a thick 3.85" cushion, and hydraulic lift. It also comes complete with a pair of drum sticks. Specifications: Color: Black Material: Stainless Steel, Iron, Sponge, Pu Drum Throne Seat Size: 17inx15.5in Adjustable height range:18.5in-28.7/(47-73CM) Backrest Size:12.99inx6.8in（33-17.3cm） Dimensions After Installation : (17x15.5x28.7-36.6)" / (43x39.3x73-93)cm(L x W x H) Package Size : (16.5 x 16.5 x 12.99)" / (42 x 42 x 33)cm(L x W x H) Sponge Thickness: 3.85in/ 9.8cm Gross Weight: 17 lbs Package Includes: 1 x Drum Stool 1 x Pair of Drumsticks Learn more about this listing on Facebook Marketplace: https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/1718196505637271/	BUY_NOW	https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/171819650563	Morgan Miller	https://www.facebook.com/Morgan-Miller-105574368276952/	5	1969-12-31 18:00	Buy now		IMAGE		https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/1718196505637271/	1969-12-31 18:00		REGULAR_PAGE	1	1	Morgan Miller	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,072,013	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2071866}'	Yes	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571		Welcome to Gulabo FB live! I am Richa 😍 Please read this 1) All claims are final, Please make up your mind before you claim. No refunds. 2) Send a screenshot of your claim to what's app number 817-269-9487 with name of your Facebook account and your full name. 3) SHIPPING is flat $8 within US only with processing time of 2-3 business days. 4) Payment is due immediately for first time claimers and others by next day. Else please consider your claim as cancel. Zelle - 817-269-9487 Venmo - @Richa-Agarwal-13 Happy Shopping Thank you	MESSAGE_PAGE		Gulabo	https://www.facebook.com/61558803085519/	83	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461950966_404312279374864_3431152933075648337_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Qh5UhtikyeoQ7kNvgErl-2x&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A97VPt1kX1gt5qi1SFhHw0i&oh=00_AYB34fTAJhv-JTXYup4ZSCpER_5ICZXkdXWPI9u80_hyJQ&oe=67040ADF	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Gulabo	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,072,021	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	New 2025 Ram 1500 $52,905 - 1C6RRFGG9SN593051	Click for Details	SHOP_NOW	https://autos.lotlinx.com/?pubId=125000&ad=1C6RRFG	Car Savvy 2	https://www.facebook.com/100082667738754/	23	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	www.southoak.com	CAROUSEL	Click for Details	https://autos.lotlinx.com/?pubId=125000&ad=1C6RRFGG9SN593051&channelid=61362_South_Oak_Dodge_C_428564_insta_core241002_conversion_insta&contractid=428564&type=FC&confirm=true&lp=https://www.southoak.com/inventory/new-2025-ram-1500-tradesman-4x4-crew-cab-1c6rrfgg9sn593051/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461927424_541868821730014_6262291861414007739_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=TbFgKH6f4KgQ7kNvgGYD6nX&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A97VPt1kX1gt5qi1SFhHw0i&oh=00_AYA-AXmpv49gEriyWal9T9tTNVvmiMHi66E1SOSGSiEUow&oe=6704269D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Car Savvy 2	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,072,027	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2071866}'	No	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571		✨¡𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗜É𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗧𝗘 𝗘𝗡 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘 𝗗𝗘 𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗗!✨ 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗘𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗦𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚Í𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 en📍Sᴀɴ ʟᴜɪs ʀÍᴏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴀᴅᴏ, Sᴏɴᴏʀᴀ \| 🗓️ Inicio: 𝟮𝟴 𝗱𝗲 𝗢𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗯𝗿𝗲 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗰𝗿í𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗲: 📲 653 209 44 49 ✨¡Inicia tu propio negocio!✨ 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘀: ✅ Solo estudias 4 horas a la semana. ⏰ ✅ Grupo reducido. ✅ Documentos con validez oficial.🎖️ ✅ Instructores Profesionales en el área con más de 20 años de experiencia. 𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥Á𝗦: •Biotipos cutáneos. •Estructura de la piel y sus funciones. •Activos y maniobras de un facial. •Envejecimiento cutáneo •Aparatología Y más.🧪📚📝 💵 Costo: * Sólo pagas $800 de inscripción. * Mensualidades de $3,000. Obtendrás: Estudios con validez oficial y reconocimiento STPS / Red Conocer 📑🎓 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶ó𝗻 𝟵 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘀. ⏳ 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗧𝗘𝗢𝗥Í𝗖𝗢-𝗣𝗥Á𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗔 Para tu comodidad a la venta en el Instituto: Uniforme y Kit de prácticas. 🥼👚🧴 •𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐢ó𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐳 𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝟐𝟎 𝐚ñ𝐨𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚 𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬. 📲☎️: 𝟲𝟱𝟯-𝟮𝟬𝟵-𝟰𝟰𝟰𝟵 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺: @𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗮 𝗙𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗮 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗮 ✨¡𝑨𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑨 𝑻𝑼 𝑳𝑼𝑮𝑨𝑹, 𝑵𝑶 𝑻𝑬 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑫𝑬𝑺 𝑭𝑼𝑬𝑹𝑨!✨	MESSAGE_PAGE		Instituto Tridosha Sonora	https://www.facebook.com/tridoshasonora/	204	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461949031_1065404878459361_9094638179074317551_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=h3xgCusNygsQ7kNvgHre390&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AhLobmSCN2ShHtfbLC2dKjA&oh=00_AYBFRwCuE3w739ApghVZFjXS85LbhYB8G4n51yY4xEmMcw&oe=67042EFA	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Instituto Tridosha Sonora	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,072,030	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-03 04:32	active	1571	Kids Hooded Towels	Perfect ponchos for little ocean adventurers! 🐳🐠🌊 Help make their beach days even more fun! ☀️ Quick-drying ponchos for kids 4 - 9 years 💧 Super absorbent to dry them quickly ♻️ Sustainably Made & Kind to our planet 🏖 Protected from the sun as they play 🐬 Designs inspired by our oceans Dive in today 💙	SHOP_NOW	https://www.oceanarmour.com.au/pages/kids-hooded-t	Ocean Armour	https://www.facebook.com/OceanArmourAU/	1,002	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	www.oceanarmour.com.au	VIDEO		https://www.oceanarmour.com.au/pages/kids-hooded-towels?srsltid=AfmBOoov0DJKZie4lpnNTbi7G8BfEhzaaDW54vX8S0d2qNpGpio-BfRb	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462010174_1200436744499092_9212600474608257330_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cpAqmDxdwKoQ7kNvgGaAL3L&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AhLobmSCN2ShHtfbLC2dKjA&oh=00_AYDZyPrGFM0wW_M0YPSALD6NcQGID0Gi-FXggh52BBPEfw&oe=67042578	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Ocean Armour	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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