Chapter 1: Mission Starts
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Updated : Feb 11th, 2025
Enduring my physical discomfort, I gazed at the distant woods, my heartbeat growing faster.
The woman was obedient and understood men well. She squatted gracefully, her face flushed red. The man stood with his hands on his waist, expressing satisfaction. After a few minutes, the man smiled and held the woman's head.
Indeed, money allows people to do whatever they want.
Watching Madison Farrell stand up and wrap her arms around the man's arm, I withdrew my gaze.
My name is Matthew Vernell. I am twenty-three years old, and I work as a chauffeur.
"Back to the company," Mr. Warth said as he walked to the car.
Mr. Warth is my employer, currently running a construction company.
"Yes, boss," I responded while starting the car.
This was the eighth time Mr. Warth had an affair. No, today's incident hardly even counts.
I initially thought men in their forties would be less energetic, but I didn't expect Mr. Warth to be in such good shape.
On the drive back to the company, through the rearview mirror, I saw Madison leaning on Mr. Warth, her face full of smiles. The LV handbag beside her was today's present.
When Madison first joined the company, she was a junior assistant. In less than three months, she had secured the position of Mr. Warth's secretary. She is good at treating men.
I was the only witness in the company. I saw with my own eyes how Madison became the secretary and Mr. Warth's mistress. At first, it was just a meal and a bottle of perfume. Then, before long, she was riding on top of him.
When the car arrived at the destination, Madison got out first and walked into the company. Her figure was curvaceous as she strutted high heels while swaying her hips. She looked as if she were the real boss of the company.
"What do you think of Ms. Farrell?" Mr. Warth asked.
"She's quite good," I replied. I was just a driver so that I couldn't criticize him for his cheating behavior.
Mr. Warth had shown me great kindness. I initially worked as a laborer on the company's construction team, doing physically demanding work for a low salary. Mr. Warth hired me as his driver and offered me a monthly salary of 1000 dollars plus a year-end bonus.
"Would you take her as your wife?" Mr. Warth asked with a smile.
"A rural guy like me isn't worthy of Ms. Farrell," I replied awkwardly.
Madison was Mr. Warth's woman. Even if I said yes, would he give her to me? A gentleman doesn't take what belongs to another, let alone a mere employee like me.
"What's wrong with being from the countryside? I'm from the countryside too. Look at me now, driving luxury cars, living in a mansion, and married to a stunning beauty," Mr. Warth said.
Glancing at the BMW logo on the steering wheel, I forced a smile. I thought, "You know you married a beauty, so why are you still cheating?"
I had been Mr. Warth's driver for two years, leading to interactions with his wife. The first time I saw her, I was at a loss for words. Her beauty was mesmerizing, and I was incredibly nervous.
Mr. Warth's wife was always polite to me, calling me 'Matthew' in such a gentle tone that, in certain moments, I felt like I would lay down my life for her.
However, despite being married for so many years, Mr. Warth and his wife had no children, which is perhaps his only regret.
"Ms. Farrell is pregnant," Mr. Warth suddenly said.
"What are you going to do?" I quickly turned around.
Mr. Warth rolled down the window, handed me a cigarette, and lit one for himself.
"Madison is scheming. She tampered with the condom. How can a condom punctured with a pin still prevent pregnancy?" Mr. Warth said coldly.
I stared at Mr. Warth in shock. I never expected things to escalate to this point. I never thought even a wealthy businessman like him could be tricked by a woman.
"If I had a child, I'd fire her immediately," Mr. Warth flicked his cigarette ash and continued, "Unfortunately, I don't have kids. I've been married for ten years, and still nothing."
I looked at Mr. Warth in silence.
"I want to keep the child. Think about it. If a boss like me has no heir, who will inherit my fortune in the future?" His expression carried deep meaning.
"Does Mrs. Warth know about this?" I asked hurriedly.
"You think I'd tell my wife?" Mr. Warth chuckled.
I was speechless.
"I'm having an affair. If my wife finds out, she could take at least half of my assets." Mr. Warth continued.
"So what are you going to do?" I asked.
"Do you remember falling at the construction site two years ago? Who took you to the hospital?" Mr. Warth asked.
"It was you, boss. You have been very good to me. You showed me kindness," I quickly replied.
"Kindness?" Mr. Warth repeated my words before saying, "Now is your chance to repay me. I want you to seduce my wife."
"Huh?" My eyes widened in shock, my brain momentarily shutting down.
What kind of boss asks his employee to seduce his wife? I had never even considered such a thing.
"You're unwilling?" Mr. Warth's expression turned cold.
"B-Boss, I don't have that kind of skill," I stammered nervously.
I cherished this job. A 1000-dollar salary wasn't easy to come by, and driving a BMW daily gave me a certain status. Wherever I went, people offered me cigarettes. I couldn't afford to lose this job. The car gave me so much pride, especially when I returned home for the holidays. My parents no longer had to struggle, and the villagers thought I was doing well in the city.
"If you can make my wife cheat on me, I can divorce her. Think about it. When that happens, you'll have a chance to marry her. Don't you want to skip decades of struggle? Your life has just started. Don't you want it to be dazzling? Or do you want to be a driver for the rest of your life? Think it over carefully. If you refuse, then get lost!"
I was in turmoil when I watched Mr. Warth leave the car and walk away. On the one hand, it was my job; on the other, it was morality. Looking out the window, I saw the gray sky begin to drizzle, and soon, the rain poured down heavily.
A beautiful face flashed through my mind: gentle, virtuous, mature, with a graceful, curvaceous figure. Her every smile and glance had already been deeply imprinted in my mind.
I picked up my phone and called Mr. Warth.
"So, have you made your decision?" Mr. Warth asked indifferently.
"I'll do it," I answered firmly.
"Pack your bags. You're moving into my house tonight," Mr. Warth sneered as if his scheme had already succeeded.
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