The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride Chapter 1135

Chapter 1135 

Claud arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he clinked his glass against another’s.. 

“No problem.” 

Cicely smiled back, tilting her head back for a sip of her drink before resting her hand on Crysti’s wheelchair handle. “Looks like I gotta thank Chloe for hooking me up with an easy and energy–saving way to make money.” 

Crysti looked up at her, “Are you tight on cash?” 

“Hell yeah.” Cicely swirled her drink around, her eyes scanning the crowd in the banquet hall, “What do you think all these folks are here for if they aren’t after money?” 

Crysti, after going through the ordeal with Philip and Melinda, seemed to have a clearer understanding of certain things. She didn’t dwell on Cicely’s words, but her meaning was clear as day. 

Everyone was hustling around the edge of a money–centric whirlwind, like walking dead. No matter how rich anyone in the room was, they were all still scrambling for money and power. 

She seemed lost in thought, and Cicely gently tapped her on the back of the head. 

“What are you thinking about? Don’t overthink it, you’ll just end up getting bored.” 

It sounded like a joke, but she was dead serious. Once you thought too deeply about everything, you ended up feeling… pointless. 

Crysti’s head dipped forward slightly from Cicely’s gentle tap, “What’s there to be bored about, I’ve got a lot of fun things lined up.” Cicely smirked, her eyes sparkling. “Mmm, just keep living your life, your most important job right now is to make me some more money…” “You’re totally obsessed with money! If you want easy money, why don’t you just find someone to keep you!” 

Cicely ran a hand through her hair, nodding in agreement, but there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes. “I’ve thought about it, but I pick my men based on their face, their voice, their body, I’ve gotta like what I see. But most importantly, I gotta feel something. It’s hard to find a guy like that…” Hearing this, Crysti burst out laughing, “You might as well give up! Even people looking for a husband aren’t as picky as you! You’re just like my brother…” Crysti’s words trailed off as if something occurred to her, and she glanced at the man standing across from them. 

Cicely’s words had caught Claud’s attention, and his gaze lingered on her face, a curious expression playing across his own. The so–called curiosity was simply because his face was typically stoic, any small change in expression was enough to reveal his keen interest in Cicely.. 

Seeing this, Crysti chuckled, “What do you think of Claud? He fits your requirements, doesn’t he?” 

Cicely looked into Claud’s eyes, nodding in approval, “Mr. Watson, you have a great look and an excellent demeanor. Very nice.” 

Claud raised an eyebrow, finding Cicely’s brazen appraisal and her choice of words amusing. 

“Ms. Cicely, are you implying that I should be your sugar daddy?” 

“Hmm…” Cicely frowned, tapping her chin as her gaze roamed over Claud as if she was seriously considering it. 

Crysti rolled her eyes, “Didn’t you just say my brother is very handsome and has an excellent demeanor? What else are you looking for?” 

“I’m looking for a feeling! If I don’t feel anything for him, wouldn’t your brother end up getting hurt in the end?” 

“You… enough already!” 

Cicely’s attention shifted from Claud and she looked at Crysti, breaking into laughter. 

“I can’t just ignore my own feelings and take anyone’s kindness, can I?” 

Claud chuckled, “I’ve never kept a woman before, but if Ms. Cicely really needs it, I wouldn’t mind… lending a hand.” 

Crysti’s mouth dropped open, she hadn’t expected the usually stern Claud to join in on their joke. 

Even though his words were veiled, anyone could tell he was agreeing to be Cicely’s sugar daddy. 

Was this some kind of joke? A guy with extreme mysophobia, thinking about keeping a woman? 

Crysti couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “Ha… can you stop messing with me? I doubt you two could even have a simple chat, let alone have sex!” 

Claud’s face turned icy, his eyes filled with a cold glare. 

“Crysti!” 

Crysti quickly shrank back, “I was wrong. Feelings can be cultivated. I think you two should give it a shot!” 

Cicely was intrigued by Claud’s sudden change in demeanor and leaned in to whisper to Crysti, “Does your brother have a disease or something?” 

Crysti nodded, making Cicely’s eyes twitch. No way, this guy seemed perfect, how could he… 

Seeing the look on Cicely’s face, Crysti pinched her arm, “What are you thinking about! My brother just has severe mysophobia!” 

Cicely let out a sigh of relief, “Oh, I see.” 

She straightened up, looking at Claud who was now stone–faced. Thinking back to what Crysti had said about only being able to have simple chats, she couldn’t help but laugh. 

Her laughter was genuine and pure. 

In the center of the banquet hall was a pool with a water feature that resembled a giant crystal ball. The sound of the stream echoed like water in a valley; the calm surface of the water was deep and reflected the worldly vanity and illusion. 

On the other side of the pool, a man in a sleek suit stood tall and slender, with a handsome face that drew many women’s eyes. Despite his expressionless face, there was an undercurrent of ruthlessness and coldness that deterred anyone who wished to approach him.