CEO's Billion Dollar BabyMomma Chapter 12: My daughter or me?

"You still prefer to marry Evelyn?" Julia's smile deepened, but she didn't show any exaggerated reaction. She was still as calm as ever. "And why is that? Am I not good enough?"

"No, no, it feels good when having sex with you!" Pierre replied, afraid that it would anger Julia, though he had never seen her angry before. "But you know, Eve is younger, sexier, and I just have a thing for a tough lady. She is very disciplined, uptight, and stubborn, like a robot. I want to make her weak and stupid, so she will be submissive to her husband. It would be perfect!"

Pierre imagined Eve sitting on the floor, naked while hugging his thigh. She would be crying until her eyes were red, and say sothing in line with;

I promise I will give you everything I have! I will never go to work anymore. I will stay inside my room and be your good little wife, cook, clean, and serve you at night!

Pierre's dick started twitching as that imagination had beco an erotic fantasy of his.

"That's why we are doing this, right? I want her to give up trying to be the leader in our relationship. She's just a woman, after all. She just needs to serve all my needs!" Pierre stated.

Julia didn't seem to be affected by Pierre's words. She kept staring at him unblinkingly, still wearing a aningful smile on her face before saying, "And you're halfway there. By destroying my daughter's company, her life will be ruined, and she will have nowhere to go. You are doing a great job, Pierre."

"Hehe, I know I do!" Pierre exclaid. "She might act tough right now. But she will eventually give up and cry in front of . She will finally be marriageable after she gets humiliated."

"Yes, that's good," Julia added fuel to the fire. "You need to make sure her life is ruined, alright? That's all I ask from you. I will support you until that ti cos."

Pierre stared back at the mid-forty woman who still looked gorgeous for her age. Pierre might not be the brightest compared to his cousins, but he knew when a woman was hiding sothing.

So he asked, "But why do you want to support ?"

"Hm? What do you an?"

"I an... she is your daughter, right? Why would you want to see her getting ruined? Shouldn't you be happy about her achievents? I an, at least that's what I thought you'd do as a mother."

"Of course, I am happy with her achievents," Julia replied. She looked calm, but for so reason, her eyes harbored deeper intention that Pierre couldn't read. "But a dirty rat born in the sewer should never leave that sa sewer, right?"

"Hrm... I don't understand, but whatever. As long as you keep supporting , I will make it worthwhile for you," Pierre said confidently. He didn't care whether Julia liked him or not. After all, she was never his end goal. She was simply using Julia as a ans to anger Eve even more. On top of that, Julia could also be a substitute while he was deprived of sex with Evelyn, his fianceé and future wife.

Julia chuckled mysteriously, as she murmured, "You don't need to reward anything. Just make sure that you did your job to ruin my daughter's life, Pierre Dust."

"Mhm. Don't worry, I already have a plan on what to do next. I'll just wait for a week to see what her next move is," Pierre said. "Though, I doubt that Eve can do anything aningful against . After all, she doesn't have the sa backing as I do."

*

"How's the situation, Andrea?" Eve called her secretary in the morning after the disastrous event yesterday. She was ready to hear the worst that could happen, such as a call from the partner company about the leaked data of their upcoming products or sothing similar.

Andrea was relieved to hear her boss speaking in a normal tone and not harsh like she feared. She expected herself to get fired by the morning for tattling to Alexander Langford about everything.

Fortunately, it didn't seem to bother Miss Carpenter as much, so she quickly resud her formality and reported to her boss, "Uhm, so far, I haven't heard anything from your fiance—I-I an, from Pierre Dust, or anyone from our partner companies. Things are going normal in the office, and we're still working on the upcoming advertisent project as scheduled, Miss."

Eve frowned. She had expected Pierre to move fast, as he wasn't the type to wait for sothing, so this genuinely confused her.

'Is he waiting for to do sothing? Or he's just stalling until I get desperate and stressed out? Because if that's what he wants to do, then it's working, because I'm so stressed out right now.'

"Alright, just continue work as usual. I will be off work today. Push all of my schedules a week from now, got it?"

"A week?!" Andrea gasped. "M-Miss, you have a lot of etings this week. Is it okay to push them all back?"

"Yes, I have uh... a very important business deal for a week. You can always contact if there's sothing bad happening in the office," Eve said.

Ding-Dong!

Eve held her breath as the front doorbell rang. She already knew who was at the front, "I will call you later. Bye, Andrea."

Beep.

Ding-Dong!

Eve quickly ended the call and walked to the front door.

She looked at the security cara and found Alex standing behind her door, wearing a casual grey sweater that hugged his body perfectly, and khaki brown pants, a style that he usually used daily during autumn and early winter.

'I should've known that he is a rich bastard posing as a poor student when I saw that foreign Italian-made sweater he wore every day,' Eve mused for a mont before Alex pressed the doorbell for the third ti impatiently.

His face got uglier after each ring.

Thus, Eve took a deep breath to prepare herself for a whole new world and opened the door.