"Oh, I see, so I’m going with you tonight."
"Yes. We don’t know much about Director Green’s character, so we need to do so howork beforehand..."
Nicolette Hols squinted her eyes, scrutinizing Rebecca Quentin, "I say, Mrs. Geoffrey-to-be, you’re just here checking things out for the BOSS, why do you care so much?"
To avoid trouble, Rebecca Quentin responded earnestly, "The inspection is just what the BOSS says publicly, in fact, I’m here to learn..."
Nicolette Hols shrewdly narrowed her eyes, "Oh, I got it... a lot of big bosses’ family mbers sneak into companies incognito as junior employees, under the guise of ’starting from the grassroots’, but actually preparing to take over the company in the future."
Rebecca Quentin nodded along with Nicolette Hols’ assumption.
Nicolette Hols curiously asked, "So, does the BOSS intend for you to manage the company in the future?"
Rebecca Quentin awkwardly replied, "Yes... maybe!"
"Wait a minute."
"Huh?"
Rebecca Quentin thought Nicolette Hols was questioning the answer, but unexpectedly, Nicolette Hols blurted out, "Why do you call the President ’BOSS’ like us?"
"Why?"
"Aren’t you two in a relationship? Shouldn’t there be so intimate nickna?"
Rebecca Quentin seriously looked at Nicolette Hols, "Even if there is so intimate nickna, do you think I would let you all know?"
"Uh, I promise I won’t tell anyone else, just secretly tell ! Besides, the BOSS has never shown up in front of people, what’s he like, how long have you been seeing him, how did you et..."
At ten in the evening, Rebecca Quentin helped the drunken Nicolette Hols out of a taxi.
Nicolette Hols’ delicate face was flushed red from the alcohol, she waved her bag, mumbling, "Director Green, I toast you again..."
Nicolette Hols drank quite a bit tonight... the reason being, the ’Director Green’ they t was unexpectedly a brilliant young man.
Nicolette Hols couldn’t stay calm upon seeing him, drinks went down one after another, she had a blast drinking with him.
This Director Green was clearly a man about town, seeing Nicolette Hols so drunk, he imdiately suggested sending them ho.
Rebecca Quentin naturally declined, arranged to et Director Green for another discussion about the design, then helped Nicolette Hols leave the club.
At this mont, she finally safely got Nicolette Hols back ho.
After handing Nicolette Hols over to Mrs. Hols who was waiting at the apartnt entrance, Rebecca Quentin exchanged so pleasantries with Mrs. Hols and left.
She had just asked the taxi driver to wait by the roadside, thinking she could imdiately go ho to take a shower and sleep, but unexpectedly, the taxi had already left.
Rebecca Quentin inwardly reproached the taxi driver for a few monts, then her gaze accidentally caught sight of a Bentley parked under the streetlamp, gleaming with an expensive dark sheen.
The car, the license plate... made Rebecca Quentin’s heart shake instantly.
The next second, the car drove towards her.
Rebecca Quentin stood frozen on the spot, her hazy eyes incredulous.
Until he got off the car, his proud figure was in front of her, his deep gaze fell upon her.
Rebecca Quentin hung her head low, inexplicably unwilling to face him.
He spoke first with a slightly displeased voice, "Why are you dressed like that?"
Rebecca Quentin instinctively lifted her gaze to look at his cold and sharp features, then looked at herself.
A white shirt paired with a black pencil skirt—her usual work attire, nothing inappropriate, she puzzledly looked at him again.
Howard Geoffrey frowned, took off his suit jacket, draped it over her shoulder, "Don’t wear such white shirts in the future."
Damn it, she actually wore such a tight shirt.
Though she was slim, she had a beautiful figure, with curves highlighted, the tight shirt accentuated her bust, inviting imagination.
Rebecca Quentin once again looked down at her shirt. She still didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, at most it was a little small, but that was because she chose the wrong size when shopping online, and tried it on feeling it wasn’t too bad, so didn’t return it.
Around her ear was his usual domineering voice, Rebecca Quentin hung her head low, muttering softly, "What I wear isn’t your business." Saying so, she handed him back the jacket with his nice sll on it.
Howard Geoffrey didn’t extend his hand to take the jacket, instead he grabbed hers.
Rebecca Quentin, not wanting to et his gaze, turned her head to the side, "Let go."
Howard Geoffrey cursed sothing and rather pulled Rebecca Quentin towards himself.
The jacket fell to the ground, Rebecca Quentin angrily pushing back against the firm chest stuck to her, "What do you want?"
Howard Geoffrey kept a cold face, not saying a word.
Rebecca Quentin switched to kicking his calves, but he still wouldn’t let go.
Rebecca Quentin helplessly gave up the struggle, looked up and glared at his handso features that appeared even more vivid under the dim streetlamp light, angrily said, "Let go of !"
Finally, Howard Geoffrey slightly released Rebecca Quentin, his magnetic voice hoarsely uttering, "Did you miss ?"
Rebecca Quentin was forcefully shoved into the car by Howard Geoffrey, seeing him start the engine not knowing where he plans to take her, she imdiately pulled at the locked car door, angrily shouted, "Let out!"
Howard Geoffrey pressed the accelerator directly, the car sped away on the empty streets at night.
"Howard Geoffrey, you’re so unreasonable, what do you think you are, can do anything you want anyti, totally ignoring people’s feelings, pervert, lunatic..."
The car suddenly stopped, Rebecca Quentin leaned forward completely.
Howard Geoffrey turned his face, no emotions, his thin lips leisurely spoke, "Do you rember when was the last ti you demanded to get out of the car?"
Rebecca Quentin froze for a second.
The most recent ti...
In New York, then we went to the seaside, and then...
Rebecca Quentin’s face instantly blushed, angered and embarrassed, "You..."
Howard Geoffrey slightly raised his distinctly defined chin, "If you don’t behave, we’ll relive that night."
Howard Geoffrey’s words made Rebecca Quentin bite her lip, not speaking anymore.
Howard Geoffrey’s lips curved with a faintly wicked smile, restarted the car, and with one press on the accelerator, drove far away.
Inside the quiet car, Rebecca Quentin turned her head towards the window, her thoughts in turmoil.
To be honest, her heart is really unsettled now.
Every ti being alone with him, she’s sowhat at a loss.
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