The Cold-blooded CEO's Surrogate Mother

"Lola, what are you doing to my son?" shouted a middle-aged woman, she was Lola's employer.

"What does Madam mean?"

"You whore! You seduced my son, Lola!"

"Seduced Madame's son?" To be honest, Lola did not understand what the big madam meant.

Lola Spencer was a 22-year-old girl, who had become a housemaid at a young age. Due to economic demands.

"My son said, you urged my son to date you! What a pedophile you are, Lola, seducing a 17-year-old!"

Of course, Lola could not deny the allegations. It wasn't that she admitted her guilt. Her employer's son, however, had noticed Lola from the start. Until yesterday, Lola was invited to have sex by him.

Of course, she refused. She didn't want to cause trouble. As it turned out, when she refused, therein lay the problem.

It was bad luck. Because she was poor, so many people slandered her baselessly.

"Starting today, you don't need to work in my house anymore. I don't want my house to be desecrated by a bitch like you!"

Damn! It felt like a storm had spontaneously hit her body. Lola's body immediately went limp.

Fired? Was that a sign that her income would decrease?

"Madam, don't be like this, please ... I didn't ask your son to be my lover at all." Lola pleaded, even kowtowing.

"I've always worked well, Madam ...."

Someone's footsteps walked towards her. The 17-year-old man whose height almost exceeded Lola's turned his face away to avoid direct eye contact with Lola.

"Tell your mom, I didn't tease you!" pleaded Lola with a pained face.

"No, I didn't. Why would I defend a whore like you!" he replied firmly, without any guilt at all.

"Lola, now you leave this house!" her employer shouted again.

With no hope left, Lola decided to leave the house. After one year of working there, Lola had to leave.

She looked at Joe–her employer's son, with hatred.

Will Lola get back at him someday? She doesn't know, maybe when Lola has the power.

Despite her young age, Lola already has to work hard. To support her mother who has to undergo chemotherapy every week because of her cancer.

Lola has already worked twice, as a domestic assistant and a waitress at a restaurant, for one year. But now, she only has one job because she was recently fired.

She rode her old bicycle to the restaurant. She put all her strength into pedaling. So that Lola wouldn't be late.

The distance traveled was quite long. It made her forehead sweat.

After half an hour of pedaling and turning the handlebars of her bicycle, suddenly a car deliberately hit her old bicycle.

Yes, Lola could feel that the car deliberately wanted to hit her bike.

Her body bounced not far from her bike. Her hand hit the asphalt and caused a bleeding wound.

"Joe." Lola furrowed her brows, she recognized the red car.

Two men got out of the car.

Sure enough, Lola guessed that it was Joe, the son of her employer who got Lola fired.

"Isn't she the one who works at your house?" asked Joe's friend.

"Indeed. But she was just fired by my mother for seducing me! I don't want to have a maid like her. A whore who only uses me!" said Joe, very cruelly.

Lola's hands were clenched into fists. Holding something. She wanted to smash Joe's mouth with a brick until he couldn't speak anymore.

"How many more minutes until the school bell rings?" asked Joe's friend.

"There's still an hour left. Why?"

Joe's friend's gaze had a meaning of its own. He looked at Lola with a hungry gaze.

"Then let's have some fun. She is very beautiful. Perhaps, her body is also very tempting."

"Don't be crazy! There's no way we're playing around with that poor woman! Even her mother has a disease, I don't want my body to be infected too!" Joe refused, even now mocking Lola's mother.

"Damn it, you Joe! Don't bring up my mother! She hasn't done anything wrong!" Not accepting her mother being mentioned by Joe with such disrespectful words, Lola decided to counter Joe's words.

Joe stepped closer to Lola and squatted down. He watched Lola's face for a long time.

"Sorry, Honey, I have to tell you that. Have you forgotten, you rejected me? Then this is the payback, I'll give you a bad name! So that no one will accept you."

Joe's fingers touched Lola's face which had an almost perfect facial structure.

"You only need to satisfy my lust, but you refuse to do so," he whispered again, "so this is the reward, you are fired by my mother. Your main income is to take care of your mother."

Joe's voice was like a sharp object deliberately piercing Lola's ear. It hurt too much for Lola to hear.

"If you change your mind, if you want to fulfill my lust, come to me tonight at the gate of my house. And I will beg my mother to hire you back."

Damn. Was Joe so obsessed with Lola?

One of Joe's large hands grabbed Lola by the collar. His big eyes scared and hated Lola at the same time.

Then, Joe's eyes looked at the white shirt Lola was wearing. Because he pulled the collar, Joe could see Lola's sizable cleavage.

Joe's large body blocked Lola's small body. Feeling that the other person was not looking at him, his other hand quickly went inside Lola's shirt and squeezed her cleavage firmly.

"You know, I've always wanted to enjoy this body of yours."

Quickly, Joe lifted his body back up and smiled grinningly.

Joe gave Lola goosebumps of disgust. He was very good at lying and taking advantage of everything. That's why Lola didn't like Joe at all.

Now Lola was considered like a useless item that was easy to touch.

"Come on, let's leave that poor girl. Oh yeah, after this I want to wash my hands first, so that bacteria won't enter my body," Joe said. Before he got into the car.

Trying to stay up and do today's activities, Lola wiped the tears that had come out and straightened her hair which was messy because of the fall earlier.

She picked up her old bicycle and pedaled again with a muddled mind.

Meanwhile elsewhere, in a car, a couple from a wealthy family was seen. They were Harry Peterson, and his lovely wife–Irene Peterson. They had just visited one of Irene's friends who had just given birth.

"Honey, what's wrong?" asked Harry, breaking the silence.

"I noticed you've been looking glum all day. Is it because of your friend's baby?"

Irene sighed, then turned her face away, making Harry understand what his wife was feeling.

Harry took Irene's hand. "You just relax, we can have a child. We can–"

"I can't get pregnant Harry," Irene cut in with a scream.

"The doctor told me last week that I could never get pregnant!"

"Irene ...." Harry put a finger to her lips, shaking his head to stop Irene from continuing her painful words.

Irene understood and looked down. "Sorry, Honey, I'm just ...."

"It's okay, I understand your condition. But just so you know, I'm not to blame for that problem."

"My love for you is sincere Irene. I love you sincerely without expecting anything."

"But Harry ...."

Those words didn't calm Irene down, but instead made her feel even more guilty. She felt she didn't deserve to be with Harry.

"If you hadn't married me, you would have had children by now."

Irene was silent for a moment, the words in her heart just now suddenly gave her an idea.

"Harry ...."

"Yeah, what is it, Honey?"

"I'm now convinced that we can have children."

Harry furrowed his brow, he felt a little suspicious of the happy hue that was now plastered on Irene's face. Whereas a minute ago Irene looked very sad and hysterical.

"Yes, we can do it if we keep trying, I'm sure the Doctor's prediction might not be right."

"Let's keep trying first, Honey. Don't give up," added Harry who was still thinking positively.

Irene shook her head. "No, this time you don't have to try with me, Harry. Instead, you need to do it with another woman."

"Seriously?"

"What do you mean Irene?" Harry's bluish-green eyes glanced at the rearview mirror of his car, where behind him were three cars escorting him everywhere.

What kind of privilege did the couple have?

"Yes, after I thought about it earlier. I finally found a way out of our problem, and the solution is for you to find another woman, Harry."

"What the hell!" Harry hissed, "That's a crazy idea, Irene! I'll never look for another woman again!"

"The only woman I love is you! You understand!"

Irene grasped Harry's hand. "You don't need to love that woman Harry. You just need to get her pregnant."

Harry smoothed his hair. "You think any woman would just get pregnant? That's impossible Irene."

"Of course, we gave her money in return. I'm sure there are many women in this country who would be willing to be a surrogate mother for a large fee."

"Surrogate mother?"

Harry was so shocked by his wife's words that he lost control of the car.

The shiny black car crashed into a bicycle coming from the opposite direction.

"Oh, My Goodness. Is anyone hurt?" Irene yelled, seeing that someone had been hit by the car.

Harry chuckled and got out of the car, followed by Irene.

"Bloody!" Irene ran over to the girl with her hair in a ponytail.

"Come on, let's take her to the hospital!" Irene shouted again.

"No need, Mrs. This wound will heal eventually." She smiled a little while looking at the wound on her leg which was quite severe, "damn, I got hit by a car twice today," she said to herself.

"Please take this girl to my car!" ordered Irene, to one of her bodyguards who had just gotten out of another car.

"Alright, Mrs." The large man wearing all black easily lifted the girl's body.

Carrying her into the car, which was of course very expensive.

"Gosh, Irene ... You should have just left her alone." Harry sighed in annoyance. even though he was annoyed with his wife, he still led her back to the car.

Irene even chose to sit in the back seat, making Harry shake his head.

"What's your name?" Irene asked softly.

"Lola."

It turned out that today was an unlucky day for Lola. After being hit by a jerk, she was now hit by a couple who seemed to come from a wealthy family.

What made Lola wonder was why were there two cars behind, escorting the husband and wife's car. Are they from the president's family?

Irene looked at Lola's face for a long time. Then she asked, "Are you going to college?"

"No, I'm not. I'm not going to college. I'm going to work. Maybe, I shouldn't go to work now, because I'm already very late," Lola whispered while grimacing in case she got scolded by her boss.

Meanwhile, Irene observed something about Lola. A girl who had no privileges and needed a lot of money.

Why would Irene be such an observer?

Later, she took out her cell phone and typed something to send to her husband who was driving.

[Honey, she seems like the right woman for us to work with as a surrogate mother for our future child. What do you think?"]