Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 138: If You Want to Rise, You Have to Learn to Strip

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: If You Want to Rise, You Have to Learn to Strip

Jett Sterling opened his eyes and saw himself lying on the big bed in a hotel room.

He immediately looked to the side.

Not seeing anyone next to him, he sighed in disappointment.

His assistant saw he was awake and rushed over: "President Sterling, you’re awake. Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Jett frowned: "You brought me here last night?"

"No, someone called me and said you were in this room, asked me to take good care of you."

"Who was that?"

"I don’t know. It was a man, used the hotel front desk phone."

So he really did get drunk—he actually mistook a man for Chloe Nash.

He punched his head, wanting to get out of bed, but looked down to see a sparkly little item on the floor.

He bent down to pick it up. Looking closely, it was a gourd-shaped diamond necklace pendant.

Seeing this, Jett’s heart suddenly sank.

He’d once bought this very necklace for Chloe; back then, she said it was too expensive and couldn’t bear to wear it, afraid she’d lose it.

Jett gripped the pendant tightly in his palm.

Was it just a coincidence, or fate, that after so many years, he once again saw the same necklace as Chloe’s?

He immediately gave a deep order: "Find out who brought me back last night."

A few days later.

Prescott Group President’s Office.

The assistant came in to report: "President Prescott, there’s been no progress in the Claire Channing case. I suspect someone is intentionally stalling us."

Silas frowned slightly: "Explain."

"Every time we find a clue and go to verify it, we’re always a step late—could it be that someone knows we’re investigating her?"

"No leads on Jett Sterling’s side either?"

"His assistant said they’re busy with a big project lately and don’t have time to look into this, so they’ve shelved it for now."

Hearing this, Silas felt something was off.

Given Jett’s feelings for Chloe, he wouldn’t just let the Nash Family’s grudge go unsolved.

There must be another reason he’s suddenly put things on hold.

Chase Hughes knocked and came in, tossing a file to Silas: "You asked me to look into River Paxton’s file. I finally found it—but there’s no spouse listed, nothing registered with the civil bureau either."

Silas opened the file and took a look, falling into deep thought.

This could only mean two things: either someone erased the record, or River Paxton never married.

But according to Grandpa, when Sienna Paxton’s parents got married, Grandpa Paxton celebrated with them—it’s just that at the time, the Prescott Family was embroiled in a power struggle, so Grandpa couldn’t attend in person.

So, River’s marital status must have been wiped from the records.

What secret is being hidden in his marriage?

Silas looked up at Chase: "If we want to know who Sienna’s biological mother is, we’ll have to go back to her hometown and see if we can find any clues."

Chase was curious: "But you already know Chloe is Sienna—do you really have to go this far? Why not just be upfront with her?"

Nobody knows better than Chase how obsessed Silas is with Sienna.

All these years, he’s spent who knows how much trying to find her.

Now that he’s finally found her, and he’s still holding back from meeting her face to face—Chase really hadn’t expected this.

A dark shadow flashed across Silas’s deep eyes: "I’m afraid she’ll run."

Chase: "And you think that by hiding it she won’t run? She has a husband and a son, and only stayed to help Julian recover. Once Julian gets better, she’s going to leave sooner or later."

Silas’s gentle face gradually took on a frosty veneer: "I won’t let her leave."

Seeing this, Chase let out a light chuckle: "Whoa, sounds like you want to break up someone’s marriage and let the third party take the crown? This plot is so damn ’dog blood’, just like the web dramas. That’s how they always do it."

Silas frowned at him: "What web dramas?"

"You know, those domineering CEO romances my mom is always watching. Want me to ask her for tips for you?"

"No need."

All afternoon, Silas locked himself in his office. No one was allowed to go in.

The managers waiting outside were confused: "Assistant Paxton, what’s President Prescott doing alone in there? Nothing’s happened, right?"

Owen Paxton couldn’t help thinking: As if anything could happen to our boss. He’s doing just fine—made me help him download a bunch of web dramas, and now he’s holed up watching them himself.

Even he felt embarrassed by the titles of those dramas.

Stuff like "President Prescott Snatches Love by Force," "President Sterling Competes Fiercely."

Five Years After the Breakup, The Heiress Is Forced to Marry.

Nightmare Entanglement, The Slimy Male Ghost Won’t Let Go.

Their president is doing research on third-party ascension, it seems.

Owen kept a cold face and said: "President Prescott’s business isn’t for us to guess. He’s not seeing anyone today, so go on back."

"But I need his signature on this contract. If he doesn’t sign soon, it’ll fall through."

"So let it fall through. If you go in and disturb President Prescott now, believe me, the thing falling through will be you."

That one line was enough to scare the managers into silence—they all left.

Inside the office, Silas had no idea what was going on outside.

He was busy reading the comments on popular web drama clips.

[Aaaaah, forced love, the second male lead wins! This is my jam, I love this kind of drama.]

[Hahaha, President Prescott is kissing everywhere, anytime. I love it.]

[Who doesn’t love a dad-like boyfriend? No wonder President Prescott has a wife but still wants to compete for love.]

[Oh my god, the male lead doesn’t treat us as outsiders at all. Those abs, that doggy waist—he’s turning me into a pretzel in bed.]

Reading these comments, Silas understood one thing.

For the second male lead to take over in dramas, in addition to power, status, and looks, you have to learn how to strip in front of the heroine.

Use money to tempt her, use your body to seduce her.

Such tacky and cliché tactics—he wasn’t going to use them.

He tossed his phone away in disgust.

Owen came in just in time to see this, a little surprised.

"President Prescott, weren’t those dramas any good?"

Silas lifted his eyelids to look at him: "You think I need to sell my body to win a woman over?"

Owen hurriedly shook his head: "Of course not! You’ve got money, looks, and a great figure. Any woman would be swooning. It’s just that Dr. Nash is different—she has a husband, and not just any husband, but a gentle, caring one. If we want to win her over, we’ll need another strategy."

Silas suddenly realized this problem.

The only way for the second male lead to win is if the heroine’s husband is a jerk.

But Albie Kane is not just decent—he’s a gentle and caring husband.

He definitely needed a plan to outdo Albie Kane.

——

Chloe Nash had just finished a six-hour surgery. When she came out, her back was so sore she couldn’t straighten up.

The other doctor complained: "Today’s surgery was alright, but tomorrow’s will be unbearable. At least ten hours—I’m not sure I’ll survive. With AI so advanced now, how come no one’s built us a robot yet? Let the robot do the surgeries and we just give the commands. That would be amazing."

Chloe smiled: "Quit dreaming. Go home, eat up, and get ready for tomorrow."

"I’m not joking! Don’t we have that tech hotshot in Riverton? He’s come up with all kinds of smart stuff—maybe one day he’ll invent a surgery robot just for us."

The two chatted as they walked. At the nurses’ station, a young nurse came over: "Dr. Nash, the director wants you in the conference room. He says there’s something important to discuss."

Chloe nodded: "Got it."

The director’s "important matter" could only mean she was needed for another tough surgery.

She opened the office door to see not only the director, but also Silas Prescott inside.

She was a bit puzzled—what on earth was Silas doing at the hospital?

Chloe kept her face calm and nodded: "Director, you wanted to see me."

The director waved her in: "Dr. Nash, President Prescott plans to develop a surgical robot to help with procedures, but during research he’ll need to consult with our specialist doctors. I’ve put you in charge of this."

Silas stood up politely and reached out to shake her hand: "Dr. Nash, I look forward to your advice."