The Mistress Who Broke His Crown

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I am a professional mistress, specializing in helping rich women seduce their playboy husbands, obtain evidence of infidelity, and devote myself to helping those rich women get a bigger share of the assets.

My latest target was the founder of a gaming and livestreaming company, young, successful, handsome, and rich.

The moment I saw him, I recognized him. Oh, my in-game partner from five years ago, the one who mocked me for being fat after we met in person, cut ties with me on the spot, and told me to quit the game and get out of his world.

1

I submitted my resume to his company as a rookie streamer, and with my current killer body and stunning looks, I earned a spot in the final interview.

The person interviewing me was that bastard who had destroyed a chubby girls self-esteem back thenJulian Lane.

Number 23, introduce yourself.

I saw the surprise and interest in his eyes, and I knew he had not recognized me.

And I also pretended we had never met.

Chloe Quinn, twenty-four, graduated from Ashton University, majoring in finance.

Why would a finance major want to become a gaming streamer?

Hmm because the money comes fast.

According to the information provided by my client, that is, Julian Lanes wife from an arranged business marriage, Julian loved using money to win women over because it was convenient.

I did not want to make my job harder, so of course I followed the file.

The competitors who entered the final interview with you already have fan bases on the platform, and you are a complete rookie, so where do you think your advantage lies?

My voice sounds nice, and my skills are solid.

None of that mattered, and what mattered was that I came for you.

That was the main content of my job.

You mean you wont show your face?

Yes.

After all, once I showed my face on stream, I would not be able to do my main job anymore.

Hearing that, Julian paused for a moment, and the look he gave me seemed to say I was naive and stupid.

Forgive me for being blunt, but your biggest advantages are clearly your figure and your face.

If you dont show your face and rely only on your voice and skills, my company has plenty of streamers like you.

I deliberately pretended to be troubled, bit my lip, and waited several seconds before speaking.

Then would a bunny dance be okay?

I know how to do that.

If I lose while playing with viewers, Ill do the bunny dance.

Julian hesitated for a moment. Dance a bit for me, and Ill see.

I thought to myself, he had taken the bait.

2

Every client I had ever worked with praised my face as both innocent and seductive, and I also had a smoking-hot body, so no man could resist me.

So even though I never slept with them, I could still make them completely obsessed with me.

To target Julians preferences precisely, I wore a pure white pleated skirt and a pale yellow cropped fitted top today, did soft innocent-sexy makeup, braided my hair into a long fishtail braid down my back, and curled a few loose strands beside my cheeks.

A pure yet seductive goddess who smelled like peach soda was nothing more than this.

I played a cheerful and cute BGM on my phone, danced lightly, sang the lyrics in a soft and sweet voice, and gave him a shy wink at the end.

When the BGM stopped, I looked at Julian with my face slightly red.

Im done with my performance.

The interest in Julians gaze grew stronger, and his sexy Adams apple moved slightly.

Ill mentor you myself.

So I successfully got the job, and Julian became my direct boss.

As expected, almost no one watched my first livestream.

Only my hands were visible on camera, not even my upper body appeared, and on top of that, I didnt really dare to speak.

So after one livestream, there were only a handful of viewers online.

The department manager knew I was Julians personally mentored apprentice, so he did not dare scold me and notified Julian instead.

Didnt you say you could attract viewers with your voice?

How are you supposed to attract an audience if you dont talk?

Julian came very quickly, and when he arrived, I was poking at instant noodles in frustration.

I pretended to be startled by his voice, obediently called him Mr. Lane, and said softly, It was my first stream, and I was too nervous, so I forgot to talk and didnt help anyone rank up.

Julian smiled, and those flirtatious eyes seemed full of affection.

He reached out and took the instant noodles away from me, and he wore a classic Rolex watch on his wrist, its dial sparkling under the light.

Dont eat this anymore.

Your mentor will take you out for something good, because you need to eat well to have the energy to learn.

Mentor?

I froze, and my expression turned complicated.

This bastard was still the same after five years.

3

Five years ago, I was still terrible at gaming, and after he used an assassin to solo-kill my mage fifteen times, the game ended, and he sent me a friend request on his own, saying he would be my mentor and teach me how to play.

I did not expect that after five years, his pickup routine still had not kept up with the times.

Im mentoring you myself, so its not too much to have you call me mentor, right? Julian smiled.

Mentor.

I readily went along with it.

The result of the two of us acknowledging the relationship was that I drank too much, my cheeks burning hot and my eyes hazy.

When Julian came to support me, my foot slipped, and I hurriedly reached out to grab his tie.

He lowered his head instinctively, but I dodged, and my burning, damp lips brushed across the curve of his ear.

Chloe? Julians Adams apple rolled, and he called my name, but I fell into his arms and slept like the dead.

Julian took me to one of his apartments.

I woke up on the bed, still wearing last nights clothes and reeking of alcohol, but the makeup on my face had been removed completely, and there was a message from Julian on my phone.

Im giving you the day off, and if you cant handle alcohol, dont drink anymore.

Buzz! Buzz!

At that moment, a call came in from someone saved as Rich Lady No. 5.

It was my fifth client, and also Julians wife, Ms. Hayes.

Miss Quinn, I heard you stayed at his apartment last night, so the progress is good, and I was right about you.

I took a sip of the cold water on the nightstand and clicked my tongue a little.

News really traveled fast.

I was afraid that when I went to the company today, everyone would look at me through tinted glasses.

When Ms. Hayes heard my words, she sneered, This is Julian Lanes usual tactic.

He uses public opinion to pressure girls, then comforts them as a gentle, wealthy CEO, so its hard for anyone not to fall.

In the two years since we got married, he has had women everywhere outside, but not a single girl has ever cried and screamed for him to take responsibility.

My demand for you is that you make Julian so obsessed with you that he takes the initiative to divorce me.

4

Ms. Hayes could not have children, but her family background was stronger than Julians, and the two of them got together through a business marriage, while Julian agreed not to have children and to choose someone from the Hayes family to train as his heir after he grew old.

At first, Ms. Hayes had also held expectations for marriage, until Julian found women outside again and again, while the elders of the Hayes family were old-fashioned and believed that as long as Julian did not produce an illegitimate child, he was keeping his promise and would not agree to Ms. Hayes getting a divorce.

That was why Ms. Hayes made an unusual move.

Its still the same thing, your requirement is a bit high. I put down the glass.

During our first discussion, I had said this sentence before, but the timing had not been right then, and I did not have enough leverage to make the client add money.

This time, Ms. Hayes was very straightforward. Ill add another two million, and I can afford it, while Miss Quinns ability is also worth it.

After hanging up the phone, I was in an excellent mood as I raised the glass and spun in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

I could earn five million in total from this deal, and with the several million I had saved before, it was enough for me to buy an apartment in full in this insanely expensive city.

I walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and let the water pour over me, then took out my phone and called Julian.

Mr. Lane, would it be convenient for me to have someone come to the apartment? I controlled my enunciation so my voice sounded both nervous and slightly embarrassed.

Whats wrong?

I smell like alcohol, and I wanted to wash up before leaving, but I didnt notice that the showerhead function was on, and I got soaked, so I want to ask a friend to bring me clothes.

The other end of the call said nothing, so I hurriedly explained, Mr. Lane, dont worry, I wont say this is your apartment, and Ill just say it belongs to a coworker.

He laughed on the other end, clearly letting down his guard toward his prey, and his tone sounded somewhat helpless.

Its fine even if you say it, because we are coworkers anyway.

Go to the walk-in closet and pick a set you like.

Someone called for Julian on his end, so he hung up the phone.

I opened the walk-in closet and was dazzled by clothes from all the major international brands.

Some had the tags cut off, proving they had been worn, and some still had tags attached.

I casually took a few new sets, entered the bathroom, but did not try them on, and only unzipped them, made them look worn, and placed them aside.

Then I used a hair dryer to blow my wet hair for a while before sending Julian a message.

Mr. Lane, the sizes dont fit (crying), but thank you for your kindness anyway.

Ill dry my clothes and go back.

5

After putting down my phone, I finally picked up the hair dryer, turned it to the lowest setting, and slowly dried my clothes, while keeping my ears alert to the sounds outside.

After about ten minutes, sounds of a door opening, a door closing, and footsteps rang out, and I turned the hair dryer to the highest setting, making the buzzing sound of the wind fill my ears.

Then I slightly tugged open the collar of my shirt, revealing a small patch of snow-white skin, blew at the edge of the clothes, and muttered softly, Why wont it dry? Forget it, Ill go back and change.

I turned off the hair dryer, and when I stood up, I saw Julian, so I instantly froze and looked at him with embarrassment and nervousness.

Mr Mr. Lane, why are you back?

Julians gaze was a little deep, and his eyes lingered for an instant on the skin exposed at my collar. The company is nearby, and when I saw your message, I happened to be free, so I came over.

He walked toward me, and I awkwardly stepped back two steps.

Julian picked up one of the dresses and looked at it. Its an XS, and arent you pretty skinny

His words stopped abruptly when his gaze landed on the white shirt clinging wetly to my body.

My friends often said my 34D chest was truly superior, full but not heavy, with just the right amount of sex appeal.

My file showed that the women Julian found outside tended to be innocent white-flower types, with some chest and hips, but not much.

Naturally, I could not wear the clothes in the walk-in closet.

Ill take you to buy clothes.

No need, Mr. Lane, I

Julian clicked his tongue impatiently, and I closed my mouth tightly and looked at him timidly.

He turned and left, but before long, he came back carrying a white shirt.

Wear mine first, and Ill take you to the mall after you change.

I

Stop dragging this out, and if you waste any more of my money-making time, you can compensate me.

Compensate money?

There was no way I would compensate money.

I quickly took his shirt and closed the bathroom door.

Julian was over six feet tall, while I was five foot six, so when I put on his shirt, the hem covered my denim hot pants, making it visually look like I was not wearing pants.

My slightly damp hair fell loose, the wide and lazy mens shirt hung on me, and two slender, fair legs peeked out beneath the hem, stirring the desire to explore.

Why were boyfriend-style shirts so popular?

Because the sex appeal was maxed out.

The moment I walked out, Julian, who was sitting on the sofa, turned his head, and his aggressive gaze fell on my body, while I watched his eyes darken little by little.

I showed an embarrassed expression and looked at him with eyes that always seemed misty. There wasnt time to shower, so I sprayed your cologne to cover the smell of alcohol, and its much better now.

Mm.

Only after quite a while did Julian make a sound from his throat, put away his phone, and stand up.

Lets go.

Okay.

I obediently followed behind him.

6

Julian was very generous and took me to Dior to buy a six-figure dress.

After I changed into the dress in the store and came out, I told him very sincerely, Mr. Lane, considering I only have six fans right now, I probably wont be able to pay you back for the clothes.

Julian seemed amused and said speechlessly, Am I such a stingy boss that Id make you pay me back for one dress?

But one should not accept rewards without merit.

This is my investment in you.

You just need to become a top streamer quickly and make money for me.

Mr. Lane, I will work hard.

I promised him with a sincere face, but in my heart, I rolled my eyes.

Transferring money to you is impossible, and I will only make your assets bleed badly.

At that moment, Julian brought me to a lingerie store.

I blushed. Mr. Lane, you should go back to the company, and you dont need to accompany me.

Julian seemed not to hear me and walked toward the lounge area while playing on his phone.

Pick whatever you want, and Ill pay.

I pretended to be helpless. Then okay.

After Julian walked farther away, I sent away the sales associate, picked out a set of extremely thin black lace lingerie, and walked into the fitting room closest to Julians position.

After changing into the bra and panties, I put on the dress, and very carelessly, when the zipper was halfway up, I got my hair caught in it.

Thank you to my seaweed-like long hair, which came in handy at this moment.

I brushed most of my hair in front of my chest, while the rest spread over my back, covering the faintly visible skin.

The zipper was stuck two fingers above the dip of my waist, and a small vine tattoo wound upward from somewhere unseen below.

In the mirror, one could see my snow-white back, the sexy groove of my spine, the clasp and straps of the black lace bra tangled with my chestnut-brown long curls.

After admiring my masterpiece with satisfaction, I covered the front of the dress with one hand, turned around, and called softly, Is anyone there?

My hair is stuck in the zipper, could someone come in and help me?

Someone came over and knocked on the door.

I opened the door and saw solid arms and chest muscles wrapped in a shirt, then my gaze slowly moved upward and met Julians deep eyes.

I panicked and hurriedly tried to close the door.

But Julian reached out to hold it open, grabbed my arm, and squeezed inside.

7

Bang!

The door closed.

Click!

The lock engaged.

I looked at him helplessly and kept backing away in the narrow space until my back pressed against the glass wall.

Mr Mr. Lane, what are you doing?

The sales associate isnt outside.

He gripped my shoulders and turned me around.

I wanted to struggle free, but then I heard him say in an unquestionable tone, Dont move.

The glass in front reflected both him and me, and the difference in our heights and builds made it look exactly as if I were held in his arms, while the messy hair and half-undone dress made the imagination run even wilder.

I believed that the battle-hardened Julian had already thought of what this position meant.

His breathing rhythm had changed, his slightly hot breath fell on my back, and when his fingers worked at the zipper, they brushed across my skin from time to time.

My body trembled slightly, and there was a faint sob in my voice.

It was the tone a girl would make when she was extremely nervous and scared.

Mr. Lane, I Ill do it myself, youre married, and this isnt appropriate.