Chapter 98: TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!

Isabella wondered what he was asking about because she was only apologizing for coming late so he wouldn't fire her, but here he is talking about something else.

“Please, what are you talking about, sir?” Isabella asked.

Leonardo sighed and relaxed back on his swivel chair. It seems she doesn't understand what he meant and he needed to make it more obvious to her that he had seen the picture. "Did you think I didn't see the message?"

"What are you talking about?” Isabella asked to be sure what message he was talking about because she was sure she deleted the photo if it was that. “Of course I sent you the document”, She added with a nervous smile.

Leonardo grew frustrated with her apparent bewilderment and snapped, "Stop pretending like you don't know, Isabella!" He asserted, causing Isabella to furrow her brows in confusion, wondering if there was something he knew that she didn't know.

Judging from Isabella's continued puzzled expression, Leonardo was certain she was unaware of what he was referring to. "Damn," he muttered gruffly, then picked up his phone from the desk, unlocked it, and scrolled through their chat until he found the picture. He displayed it on his phone screen and then turned the phone, extending it towards her to reveal the front screen. "Isn't this your boobs, Isabella?" he asked, showing her a picture of her boobs on his phone.

Isabella's heart skipped a beat upon hearing that, and she quickly leaned in closer to the table to get a better look at the picture, confirming that it was indeed hers. She wondered how the picture had reached him even after she had deleted it. "What? How?" Isabella stammered in confusion as she spoke with wide eyes upon realizing that it was her bosom picture. She wondered whether she had actually deleted it.

"But sir, I deleted it cause I sent it by mistake," she added, starting to question whether she had indeed deleted the picture on his phone or if it still existed because his phone restored deleted messages. On realizing this, Isabella felt a sense of impending doom, and her heart raced uncontrollably.

Leonardo placed his phone on his desk and let out a mocking chuckle. "Of course, you deleted the message, but don't you think my phone stores deleted messages too?" He inquired, prompting her eyes to widen with realization. It appeared that her conscience was right after all because his phone had indeed retained the photo, and he had seen it.

Isabella's eyes closed in embarrassment; she desperately wanted to leave the room, yet she anxiously awaited his criticism of him, telling her how bad she was. Shit, if she loses her job because of this, she knows it will be all over.

"You still haven't answered my question, Isabella, or do you want me to show you the picture again?" Leonardo asked with a raised brow.

"What?” Isabella asked, as her mind was so overwhelmed to even realize what he was saying right now.

"The boob picture," he said calmly. “Is it yours?” Leonardo asked. "And give me an honest answer!" he added, waiting for her response.

"No! That's not mine!” Isabella denied, as she was scared of getting humiliated and fired by him.

"Oh, really?" he asked with a sly smirk, then leaned back in his chair and put his two hands behind his head with his fingers interlocked as if unbothered. "Then prove it", he said. "Show me proof that you aren’t lying to me", Leonardo added, staring at her intensely.

Isabella looked back at him, trying to hide her fear in his presence. "Okay, but how?" Isabella asked.

"How?” He chuckled cruelly. “Well then, how about you provide me with some evidence that undeniably proves you're telling the truth?" He suggested it with a mischievous grin, causing Isabella to furrow her brows in disbelief. Isabella knew his look wasn't pure, and it made her feel scared and uncomfortable. "Like maybe some video footage or something like that?" he winked playfully, leaving her confused. "Or perhaps even better," he whispered seductively as he tilted his back slightly, looking down at his pants.

"What?” Isabella questioned, her body already trembling with fear.

Leonardo raised an eyebrow with a side smirk forming on his lips, and as if she understood what that look meant, she gasped and exclaimed, "No way!"

"Take off your shirt Isabella!" he instructed with an evil smirk. "I want to see your bra", Leonardo added, crossing his arms across his chest with his back still relaxed on his chair as he watched her eagerly.

"What!? No!” Isabella said unbelievably. "But, sir, I just told you the picture isn't mine; why do I have to take off my shirt in front of you?” Isabella asked with annoyance creeping into the tone of her voice.

Leonardo shook his head slightly and chuckled mockingly. "I'm surprised you're even trying to deny it without any evidence." He said with a mocking smile.

"I'm not lying, sir, because it's the truth", Isabella said firmly, maintaining a serious expression on her face so he would believe her lies.

He laughed cruelly, as he was fully aware she was lying to him. His body can't be so turned on after seeing her body; she’s the only woman who makes him feel this way. "Well then, go ahead and show me proof that you aren't lying to me cause I still doubt that you are."

"Leonardo I…"

"Prove it, Isabella,” Leonardo snapped in, causally unfazed. "If the nude in the photo isn't yours, then prove it. Strip off your shirt, and let me compare the bra in the picture with yours to confirm if it isn't yours. If I see the color of your bra and your upper body exposed, then I will compare them together to verify." He explained as his smirk took on a devilish quality. "You said the boob in the photo isn’t yours, right?” He asked, and Isabella nodded her head, her heart pounding hard. “Well then prove it for me to believe you," he said, pausing briefly as if waiting for her to comprehend his point and make a move to strip immediately.

However, it seemed she wanted him to explicitly instruct her, so he continued, "I won't repeat myself, Isabella...", Leonardo growled, his voice deepening when he mentioned her name in a warning, cold tone that caused Isabella's skin to shiver. “Take off your shirt; I want to see your bra."

"No, sir, I can't," Isabella replied, crossing her arms over her chest to shield herself.

"Are you going to take it off yourself or let me do it?” Leonardo asked threateningly, leaning forward on his desk as he stared at her like a predator. His tone grew more menacing. "And trust me, Isabella, if I have to do it myself, I'm going to be taking off your bra too," he added threateningly.

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