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Don't Fall For Me, CEO

Chapter 24: Dinner’s in the Pot!

Author: Seven-character regulated poem
updatedAt: 2025-09-25

CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 24: DINNER’S IN THE POT!

"Oh, the address here is..."

July Quinn gave the address of the lingerie store.

Holly Holt realized something and quickly stepped forward to grab her phone.

"Are you crazy? How can you do this?"

July Quinn immediately grabbed one of Holly Holt’s arms.

What seemed like a simple action rendered Holly Holt immobile.

Then, she continued the phone call.

"Hmm, yes! I was obstructed by the store owner when I tried to report it, and their attitude was quite arrogant."

"Okay, I understand. I’ll ensure my own safety."

Finally, she hung up the phone amidst Holly Holt’s utterly confused expression.

July Quinn released Holly Holt’s arm and smiled, "The price bureau said that you arbitrarily raise prices and obstruct customers from reporting it, which is quite severe. They’ll send someone to order you to cease operations and rectify."

Without waiting for Holly Holt to speak, she added with a smile, "Why the look of despair like you just lost a fiancé? Aren’t I helping you out?"

"Helping me? You’re clearly ruining me!"

Holly Holt was so furious she was nearly hysterical.

"You said your fiancé insisted you open the store, and it was giving you headaches. By helping you shut it down, you won’t have headaches anymore, right?"

Saying this, July Quinn lightly patted Holly Holt’s cheek.

"No need to thank me, after all, you’ve helped me too."

The smooth talks with Vivian Lynn today were largely thanks to Holly Holt stirring up resentment, making Vivian Lynn desperate to destroy The Holt Family.

After dropping those words, July Quinn carried her lingerie and left.

She still had to conquer her uncle!

Simultaneously, Holly Holt’s phone rang.

People from the price bureau were calling.

At this moment, she didn’t even have time to ponder what she had helped July Quinn with.

*

When July Quinn returned to the minimalist small apartment, Kyle Keaton hadn’t responded to her message or come home.

July Quinn simply sent him another message.

[Husband, you haven’t replied for so long, are you busy with online romance with someone else?]

[You could pick me for online romance; I’m super sweet!]

After sending two messages in a row, Kyle Keaton finally replied: [You’re super sweet? After deceiving feelings, you’ll deceive money?]

July Quinn’s mouth twitched immediately.

What did this cheap husband really take her for?

Why did he always feel she would deceive him for money?

At most, she just wanted to borrow an aunt for a while.

On the whole, it’s not bad that he replied to her message.

Even if they have a bit of misunderstanding!

July Quinn thought about it for a moment and sent another message.

[Husband, don’t think too much. July doesn’t have any ill intentions. Come back home soon, the food’s in the pot, and I’m in bed.]

But after sending this message, it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

July Quinn frustratingly messed up her hair.

But she didn’t know, in some conference room, someone who saw her message just sprayed out the water he had just drunk.

"Kyle..." Master?

Miles Jacobs was waiting for Kyle Keaton’s answer but saw him suddenly spray water and cough.

He hurriedly asked because he knew how invested this person was in the project their family was about to invest in.

But as soon as he spoke, he received a warning look from the other party.

He promptly changed his words, "Assistant Keaton, are you okay?"

"I’m fine."

It’s just that the woman at home is too much!

The meeting hadn’t even finished, but she was there to seduce him.

Kyle Keaton cleared his throat, wanting to continue listening to Nathan Jacobs’ deep research report on Caelan Bay and make the decisions that should have been made long ago.

But dammit, he couldn’t take in anything.

His mind kept conjuring images of that woman dressed in today’s lingerie outfit, seductively in front of him, saying, "The food’s in the pot, and I’m in bed."

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