The CEO Hid His Mistress Inside A Million Dollar Painting Chapter 09

The CEO Hid His Mistress Inside A Million Dollar Painting Chapter 09

The screen lit up.

On it, Hyatt and Vicky had already torn off their bandages in desperation and climbed into the Japanese Hot Spring painting.

The two carried out disgusting acts in the hot spring inside the artwork.

I coldly pressed record, saving all these high-definition, uncensored clips to the cloud.

With this solid proof of infidelity, plus the moves I’d made at the company, I would make Hyatt leave with nothing, ruined completely!

Three days later, I brought the documents to the study.

Hyatt slouched on the sofa, pale and dark-eyed.

These past few days, though home recovering, he’d snuck into the paintings every night.

Even infected wounds couldn’t curb his dirty urges.

I laid the papers before him. “Hyatt, look these over. There’s a major client who wants to take that plot of

land in the south. They’re offering a very high price. If you sign, we can get the capital flowing again.

“There are also a few documents about debt restructuring and internal adjustments-finance has been

pushing for them.”

Hyatt didn’t even look up.

He still thought I was the same naive, love-struck fool who would give him everything.

Without the slightest hesitation, he flipped straight to the last page, signed his name, and stamped it with his

personal seal.

“Thanks, Perla. After this, I’ll take you traveling.” He made empty promises casually.

“Sounds nice.” I gathered the papers, smiling faintly. “You get some rest. I’ll head back to the company to handle the follow-up.”

After leaving the house, I drove straight to the office.

I locked the signed Asset Gift and Debt Separation Agreement in the safe.

Then I hit enter. An anonymous email with evidence of tax evasion, dual contracts, and bribery at Thorne

Corp went to the authorities.

At the same time, huge penalty demands flooded in.

Thorne Corp’s cash flow collapsed instantly.

Bankruptcy was inevitable.

That evening, I went home.

The house was eerily quiet.

But the comments exploded.

[Oh my god! Something huge just happened! Hyatt can’t get out!]

[They went into that Snowy Cabin painting this afternoon to do it. When they tried to come out just now, the

system said his career luck balance was insufficient!]

[Hyatt’s ‘career luck’ points suddenly dropped to zero! The system determined that he’s bankrupt and revoked

his access to come and go as he pleases!]

[Holy shit! They’re still naked in there!]

[He’s banging the walls, hilarious!]

I slipped on slippers slowly, walking to the huge Snowy Cabin painting in the living room.

Inside the painting was a snow-covered Alps landscape, with a single, isolated cabin standing in the middle.

At that moment, I could vaguely make out two figures running around frantically.

Because they had been chasing thrills, they hadn’t bothered to wear any clothes when they went in, let alone

bring their phones.

The temperature inside the painting was set according to the scene.

A snowy mountain environment. -4°F.

They couldn’t get out.

They wanted to call for help, but they didn’t dare make too much noise and risk me finding out.

So there they were, frozen stiff, shivering, hesitating.

I poured a glass of red wine, pulled a chair, and sat facing the painting.

I tapped the frame, crisp sound. “Hyatt. Vicky. Stop hiding. How’s it feel, naked in the snow? Freezing yet?”

The two figures inside the painting froze mid-motion.

They pressed against the cabin window, terrified, staring out.

“Perla? Who are you talking to?”