Fall into CEO’s Love Trap

She knocked on the door for a long time before there was a ring inside, and once the door was opened Debby White smelled a strong smell of alcohol, and she couldn’t help but frown.

“Yo, beautiful, it’s you.” A familiar voice sounded above Debby White’s head, and her heart had a bad feeling.

Looking up, the person standing in front of her was none other than Montague Scott, whom she had met only last night.

Montague Scott seems to have drunk a lot of wine, his face is a little red, handsome handsome face also has a few lipstick marks, wearing a white shirt of course also has some red wine stains, see him, Debby White’s brow frowned more tightly: “Why is it you ah?”

Debby White really didn’t expect to run into Montague Scott, the playboy, here.

“Why can’t it be me.” Montague Scott was interested, leaning against the door with a wicked smile, “Why, did you know I was here and came looking for me on purpose?”

Debby White huffed and resisted the urge to curse her father, “Can you turn that down? You can hear it from next door.”

“Next door?”

Montague Scott then glanced over his shoulder at the open door behind Debby White and asked, a little surprised, “You live here?”

“A friend’s house.” Debby White explained lightly, “Turn it down a little, please.”

Montague Scott raised an eyebrow: “What if I say no?” A look of provocation.

Debby White’s heart stalled, but instead of showing anger, he smiled: “Mr. Pei, according to the law, if it exceeds 50 decibels during the day, I can call the police to force you to turn down the sound, and the music you play at home has long exceeded this standard. I think Mr. Pei, such a public figure, would not want me to call the police.”

What do you mean by a smiling tiger, is Debby White.

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Montague Scott tsked twice, his interest in Debby White growing: “You’re the first person to threaten me like that, and do you know what happens when you threaten me?”

Debby White ignored his words and took his cell phone out of his pocket to call the police.

Montague Scott grabbed her phone as quickly as he could: “You’re really going to call the fucking police!”

“Give me back my phone.” Debby White said with a cold face.

“You …” Montague Scott was about to speak when the music in the room was suddenly turned off.

Debby White secretly wondered if it was Montague Scott’s confidante or something, just thinking so, another tall figure suddenly came out of the room, and when he saw the man’s appearance, Debby White froze.

So what is this fate?

And it just so happens that Cecilia Glendon, seeing that Debby White hadn’t returned for a long time, turned off the fire and came out to see what was going on, just as Abbott Benson’s eyes collided with hers.

Cecilia Glendon could have sworn that when she bought the house, she didn’t expect it to be next door to Abbott Benson’s house.

The agent only said that there were very few people living next door and that it was absolutely quiet, because Cecilia Glendon was particularly attached to a quiet environment and sometimes needed a quiet environment for her to catch up on her work.

“Eh, those two dudes out there, what the hell are they going to do?”

Debby White asked in the kitchen, bumping into Cecilia Glendon, who was still in a daze.

It was meant to go over to get them to lower their voices, but somehow, they both actually followed them over and said they wanted to eat together, deadpan.

“You do that first.” Cecilia Glendon shoved her apron at Debby White and walked out of the kitchen herself.

Abbott Benson was sitting on her living room couch with a disgusted look on his face, holding up the remote control as he changed the channel, and a drunken Montague Scott sat calmly to the side, pretending he wasn’t drunk.

“You come in here with me for a minute.” Cecilia Glendon walked up to Abbott Benson, finished with a cold face, then whirled around and walked into the bedroom.