Laura didn’t seem happy to hear her manager’s reaction. She snarled, fixing her cold gaze on her manager, Robert.
Seeing him wearing a tight shirt to cover his stocky body made her feel disgusted. "Can you do what I ask, Robert?" Laura snapped.
Robert sighed silently, hearing Laura angry with him. At this mont, he felt like expressing his sarcasm, but he restrained himself; he could only curse her in his mind.
When the scandal about her lack of work ethic and her firing from Stellar Entertainnt spread on the internet, Robert didn’t have high hopes for this woman.
He loses respect for Laura when she stubbornly uses unconventional thods against Stellar Entertainnt to repair her reputation. He constantly warned her to stop, but this woman was too stubborn to listen.
If only the new man behind Laura hadn’t had a reputation and money, maybe he would have left her long ago because he knew Laura’s career was over in this country.
No company is willing to work with Laura Kiels anymore, especially when S Jewelry, one of the companies owned by the Sinclair Group, terminates its working relationship with her. If they hire her, it ans they are against the Sinclair group.
Nevertheless, this woman found a way to escape from jail.
And things are different now.
Even though Laura’s career in the entertainnt world has reached a dead end, she is still wealthy. This was why Robert forced himself to work with her.
"Sure, sure, you’re the boss," Robert flashed a fake smile at Laura before continuing his words, "No worry, I’ll do it. But please make sure your fiance will support you if sothing happens to us..." he said, concerned.
Robert feels worried because he hears from his colleagues who still work in Stellar Entertainnt that the new company managent looks professional and different from the previous one. If they stated they would sue them all, they would.
Now, Robert can only hope that his true identity is not traced. But even though he had made sure his tracks were saved, using a fake identity to pay people to ruin Stellar Entertainnt’s reputation, worry lingers in his heart.
Laura’s expression slowly brightens when she hears Robert talking about her fiance.
"Don’t worry about that. I know what to do," she said, dismissing her manager and heading to the study room to et her fiancé.
****
anwhile, in the Nova City, around the sa ti,
The white yacht finally docked at the pier as the sun set over the horizon.
Bella tightened her jacket while following Tristan. He walked before her, holding their son, who was fast asleep before the ship docked.
Two n waited for them in the living room when they entered the house. Bella could recognize them as Tristan’s assistants, Dylan and Max.
After a brief greeting, Bella told Tristan to give her Dax and asked him to chat with them, but Tristan refused.
"It’s fine, dear. They can wait for ," Tristan lovingly responded while gently touching her cheek with his other hand. Then, he glanced at Dylan and Max. He asked them to wait.
"Alright, let’s go upstairs…" Tristan said while holding Bella’s hand.
Bella could only smile at Max and Dylan before following Tristan to the second floor.
…
Dylan and Max exchange gazes when Bella and Tristan leave the first floor. They stand there for a few more minutes, drawn into their own thoughts, trying to guess what they saw.
After so ti, Dylan broke the silence. "Did you see that?" He glanced at Max before sitting on the sofa. He was shocked to see their young madam finally accept their boss.
They both knew how hard their boss was trying to pursue his ex-wife, and they never imagined he would succeed so quickly.
"Yes. Looks like our boss can finally lt Miss Bella’s heart, right?" Max answered while scratching his hair. He felt happy for his boss, Tristan.
"Mhm… that’s what I saw," Dylan said excitedly. He continued his words after seeing Max sitting opposite him. "Man, let’s pray they’re really together so our worries can finally lessen and our beloved big boss doesn’t bother us over the weekend."
Max didn’t say anything in response to Dylan. He was distracted when he rembered that Dax was his ga mate—always scolding him for his lack of cunningness when playing gas.
Until now, Max still felt like he was having a ntal breakdown every ti he saw Dax.
He played gas with a child who was not yet five years old and thought that kid was his gaming teacher. How embarrassing it would be if Dax discovered that he was actually Bitter_Coffee.
Ever since Max learned of X4D’s real-life identity, he has tried to avoid him. He no longer logs in to his gaming account or Discord because he worries he will encounter him.
However, when he curiously checked his ga ID last night. He wasn’t surprised anymore when he found a short ssage from X4D in his inbox asking to play a ga together tonight.
Now, Max felt confused. Should he play with the little man again or ignore him?
"Damn Maxwell! Did you hear or not?" Suddenly, Dylan’s voice echoed, pulling Max back from his thoughts. He frowned at Dylan, confused by what Dylan was trying to say.
"What the heck distracts you, man!? Tsk! I asked you a few tis, but you completely ignored ..." Dylan snapped.
Max was surprised. He was too imrsed and didn’t hear Dylan speak to him.
"I was thinking about sothing. What’s wrong!? Why do you look so tense?" Max asked. He could see the tension in Dylan’s gaze, as if sothing was terribly bothering him.
"Read the internet."
Max frowned upon hearing Dylan’s words. Still, he took out his cell phone and checked. After reading a few headlines, Max placed his phone in his pocket again.
"Why do you look so calm?" Dylan was confused when he saw Max, who seed uninterested in the news.
The news out there will stress their young madam. And if she is stressed, their boss will be affected, too, right?
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