The CEO Hid His Mistress Inside A Million Dollar Painting Chapter 11

The CEO Hid His Mistress Inside A Million Dollar Painting Chapter 11

The snowy mountain cabin in the painting had no food, no clothes.

Hyatt curled up in a corner, shivering so violently he could barely make a sound.

Vicky hugged her knees, too drained even to cry anymore.

Hearing me approach, Hyatt practically threw himself at the window, slamming his palm hard against the

“glass” inside the painting.

“Perla… Perla…” His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. “I was wrong. I’m so sorry… please let me out. I’m

begging you.”

I pulled out a chair and sat down slowly. “You want out?”

Hyatt nodded frantically, his eyes bloodshot. “Yes, yes, Perla. I really want out. I’ll do whatever you say,

whatever you want. Just please let me out.”

Vicky finally snapped out of it, too, crawling over in a hurry, tears and snot streaming down her face. “Perla, I’m sorry. I swear I’ll never do it again. Please let us out. I don’t want to die in here…”

I looked at them and suddenly smiled. “Aren’t you two the ones who love thrills the most?”

They both froze.

I raised my phone, aimed it at the painting, and opened the live-streaming app.

I already had the title ready: [Take a look-just how much do cheaters really love thrills?]

When the stream started, only a few thousand people were watching.

So I bought a little promotion to boost the stream, and the views shot through the roof.

In the frame, the huge painting of the snowy mountain cabin appeared clearly in the center of the screen.

Inside the painting, a man and a woman-both naked-huddled in the corner of the cabin, drawing countless

viewers to stop and stare.

The comments exploded instantly.

[Holy shit, what kind of new-age livestream is this?]

[Is this a movie promo? The effects look so real!]

[Wait, those two aren’t wearing any clothes? Is the streamer insane?]

[Hold on… doesn’t that guy look exactly like Hyatt? The CEO of Thorne Group?]

[Holy crap, now that you mention it, it’s literally him! Didn’t Thorne Group just collapse? Why is the boss on a

livestream?]

[And that woman next to him-isn’t that his assistant, Vicky? She used to be on a finance magazine cover

with him!]

[What? Doesn’t he have a wife? Is he doing some kind of performance art with his mistress?]

I steadied my phone on its stand and spoke in a flat, even voice, “Good evening, everyone. Tonight, I’d like to show you something interesting.”

“These two have been using high-tech methods to project themselves into different paintings to carry on

their affair. Since they love playing around so much, I thought we should all enjoy the show together.”

Hyatt’s face shifted instantly. “Perla, what the hell are you doing?”

I didn’t answer him. I just tapped lightly on the frame of the painting. “Hyatt, didn’t you want out? Fine.”

“Here’s the deal: do with Vicky-right here in front of everyone-exactly what you two love doing most. And I’ll

consider letting you out.”

Hyatt went completely rigid.

Vicky burst into tears and scrambled backward. “No… please don’t… Mr. Thorne, I can’t… not with all these

people watching…”

I rested my chin on my hand, my tone light. “What? Embarrassed now? You had no problem fooling around

at my bedside. Inside my wedding portrait. Right under my nose. You were having the time of your life.”

“Aren’t you two thrill-seekers? Hundreds of thousands, maybe millions, of people watching you at once

should be even more exciting, don’t you think?”

The viewer count in the livestream was climbing fast.

The comment section was packed, messages flying across the screen nonstop.

[Is this for real? Is this the new way to catch cheaters?]

[I declare this the biggest scandal of the year.]

[Hyatt always acted like some uptight, celibate CEO, but behind closed doors he’s this wild?]

[Come on already! If you love excitement so much, get on with it!]

Hyatt stared at me, his eyes terrifyingly red. “Perla, don’t push me too far.”

“Too far?” I let out a small laugh. “When you dragged Vicky into my bedroom, into those paintings, over and over again-did you ever think you were pushing things too far?”

“You have two choices. Either do as I say. Or stay trapped in there until you die.”

He stood there, his chest heaving hard.

After a long, long moment, he turned his head toward Vicky. His voice was cold and hard. “Come here.”

Vicky sobbed and shook her head, shrinking back. “Mr. Thorne, No… not with all these people watching… I

can’t…”

Hyatt gritted his teeth and yanked her toward him. “You want to die here?”

He was past caring about dignity anymore.

Being alive mattered more.

So the two of them started doing what I wanted-holding each other in front of the camera, kissing each other, whispering all those sweet nothings they used to say behind my back, putting on a show of being so “deeply in love” and “unable to let go.”

Their tangled bodies had no beauty to them whatsoever.

Just pathetic, humiliation, and disgust.

The livestream went absolutely insane.

[Holy shit! Did I really just watch this for free?]

[“I can’t believe it-they actually went through with it!]

[That man really does look like Hyatt. Someone pulled up old interview screenshots-it’s an exact match!]

[Wow, a CEO cheating with his assistant, and his wife publicly executes them on a livestream? I’m calling all

my friends to watch this.]