MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

"I can't be sure what she's going to do." She frowned tightly and asked. "She can't bribe the judges, can she? What else can she do?"

"Model," he said in a serious voice.

"That... is impossible!" She denied it almost subconsciously.

"Why not?" he asked quietly. "If your model can't work for you at the fashion show, no matter how amazing your design is, you can't show it."

She felt cold at the bottom of her heart. If Alexander were right, she would be caught off guard. If there was something wrong with the model, she might not be able to find another model in time.

She frowned. "But that doesn't make sense. The model I chose is a student from my school, and I hinted that I would recommend her to Joshua-Hazel Pictures when she graduated. I've even taken her to the company for an interview in advance. So she won't trap me irrationally, will she?"

"Why not?" he said lightly, "Have you told her you are the Denmark Group's, Lady Heather? Even if you did, did she believe you? You haven't even explicitly promised her that you could get her into Joshua-Hazel Pictures. If Helen secretly draws your model to her side and promises her, she'll get her into it. Who do you think she'll choose?"

She was lost in thought with a grave face.

She was Lady Heather Denmark of the Denmark family. As long as she said something, she could guarantee Olive would be able to join Joshua-Hazel Pictures. But would Olive believe her? Even her roommates agreed that she bragged.

Maybe Olive also secretly thought the same thing. If Helen really drew Olive to her side with the same words, how could Olive not choose Helen? Moreover, Helen was the daughter of the president, who had a lot of connections, while Heather was just an ordinary student.

"You're right. I was naïve," Heather said in a deep tone, "but that's just our guess. I'll make a call to ask her."

Alexander nodded. He drove with a cool look and didn't say anything else.

Heather took out her phone and dialed Olive's number.

"Olive, this is Heather," Heather said lightly. "You promised me you'd be my model at the show in half a month. I want to make sure you won't change your mind."

It seemed Olive froze on the other end of the phone. Then her perfunctory voice sounded, "Heather, what are you talking about? I thought we had a deal. Have you heard some gossip? It would be best if you didn't believe it. Don't worry. I'll definitely go there that day."

Heather's heart sank. She hadn't said anything yet, but Olive had thought she had heard some gossip, which made her behavior look very suspicious.

Heather said lightly, "It's just that I've finished my dress, and I suddenly thought of you, so I called to make sure of your schedule." 

"You've finished it?" Olive's voice was surprised and excited as she yelled, "Heather, let's meet today. Let me try the dress on for you to see if there is anything wrong. You can change it in time."

"No need," said Heather lightly. "I have confidence in myself. So you can rest assured that when you put it on that day, you'll stun the audience."

"I don't think so," Olive said firmly. "Heather, if I put it on now, you'll be able to find out in advance whether it looks beautiful. Don't you think so? It's for your own good!"

Heather cocked an eyebrow. "Thank you, Olive, but I don't think it's necessary. You'll be pleasantly surprised when you see the dress that day."

Olive sneered. Did Heather want to give her a pleasant surprise? Unfortunately, she was going to give Heather a big surprise, too. Nevertheless, someone else would be pleased while Heather would be surprised.

As Alexander had suspected, Helen had already approached Olive to ask her to turn against Heather. Instead, Helen had apparently persuaded Olive.

Thinking of what Helen had told her, Olive didn't give up, "Heather, we're partners. We should establish a rapport between us. Well, why don't you show me your design first? Then, I'll see if there is any part that I can help improve."

"Olive, that's very kind of you," Heather said in a soft voice with a smile. "If it's a stranger, he might think you're trying to steal my design."

Olive's heart was pounding. That was exactly what Helen told her to do! Did Heather say that casually, or had she guessed something?

"Heather, how can you think I'll do that kind of thing?" Olive said, feigning anger.

"I was just kidding. But, olive, don't be angry," Heather said lightly. "I'm sorry, it's my personal quirk that I don't want too many people to see the clothes that I design until it's on the stage, so please forgive me."

Olive was afraid that Heather would be suspicious if she insisted, so she said, "Okay, okay. So be it."

Heather's eyes turned deep as she hung up the phone. She was now pretty sure Helen had bought off Olive.

"Alex, thank you." She exhaled slowly and said, "If you hadn't reminded me, I might have been trapped by them."

"Looks like there's going to be a good drama at Quantum University?" Alexander's mouth tilted upwards slightly at the corners. 

Now that Heather had guessed what they were going to do, she would be able to deal with it, she wouldn't need him to help. 

"You bet!" Heather looked at him. "Will you...come that day?".

She wished he could see how she won brilliantly somehow.

"Heather," he also exhaled slowly and said, "how can I possibly miss such an important moment?"

"Then I'll wait for you!" She happily kissed him on the cheek..

The car stopped abruptly. He looked at her with deep eyes. The little girl was really getting bolder and bolder now. So she actually seduced him on such an occasion?

"You... Hmm!" Before she could speak, he kissed her.

The kiss was so lingering and passionate that Heather felt hot all over her body.

Suddenly, a shrill whistle came, and the owner of the car behind their car angrily shouted at them, "Can you drive? Why do you suddenly stop? If you want to make love, go home!"

In a flash, Heather shyly pushed Alexander away. "Come on, let's go! That's too shameful!"