The Queen They Buried

Chapter 160

Chapter 160

Just call me Aubree,” Aubree said, feeling a bit uncomfortable with Randall always calling her Miss Miller.

Randall readily went along with it, grinning. “Fine, Aubree, why don’t you call me Randall?”

“Okay, Randall,” Aubree smiled.

At the next table, Kelvin stamped his feet in frustration. ‘Oh my god, it’s only been a few minutes and she’s already so close to him? Even Mr. Turner never got that kind of treatment,’ he wondered.

Kelvin fumed inwardly. ‘Seriously? They just met, chatted for a bit, and she’s already so kind. Mr. Turner, can’t you step up your game?’

As the top executive assistant, Kelvin put his dramatic spin on what he’d overheard and immediately texted Bowen.

Kevin: [Mr. Turner, that guy definitely has ulterior motives for Miss Miller. He was just asking about her grades and if she wanted to apply to his university-isn’t it obvious he’s trying to snatch her up?]

Kelvin added: [And another thing-this guy is way too familiar. It hasn’t even been that long, and he’s already very close to Miss Miller. They were chatting happily when I entered.]

Kevin: [Mr. Turner, Miss Miller looks so happy-she’s been smiling nonstop and speaking so gently. Could it be that she’s actually falling for this guy’s tricks?]

If Randall ever found out about Kelvin’s messages, he’d be screaming bloody murder. He was merely showing professional courtesy to his business partner, nothing more.

They’d be seeing each other constantly as colleagues now, maintaining a good relationship was necessary.

As for all that smiling, everyone would grin when a goldmine came calling.

Bowen saw the message, his mind was flooded

the girl by the window. Her radiant smile put even the most vibrant blossoms to

reached for the car door

Turner. Look quick,

sending the drink spilling toward Aubree. Some had already

while hurriedly handing tissues to

biased lens, this guy was clearly

the hell do you think you’re

open the car

some smooth-talking guy who can’t keep

lit up as they

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the menu down, bracing

a close eye on Kelvin since he entered, was already on high

his move, the waiter swiftly intercepted him. “Sir,” the waiter said firmly,

the oddball with the upside-down menu was, Randall

eyes turning icy as he wrenched Randall’s wrist. “Where the hell do you think you’re

the familiar

judge people by their looks. Well, if you must, at least go for someone like Mr. Turner. You really

at the group that had just stormed in, utterly bewildered. Randall’s hand was twisted

he groaned, wincing in pain. “Aubree, I mean, Miss Miller and I were just discussing a business

on the table. The

Bowen instantly dissolved. Though he was

limbo-not knowing whether to advance or retreat gracefully, utterly embarrassed. Bowen shot a furtive glare at