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.

his mind was flooded with

the girl by the window. Her radiant

shattered. He reached for the

quick, that guy’s making

accidentally knocked over his glass, sending the drink spilling

while hurriedly handing tissues to Aubree,

to those already viewing things through a biased lens, this guy was clearly up to

wondered, ‘Where the hell do you

hesitation, Bowen flung open the car door and

kind of taste do you have, falling for some smooth-talking guy who can’t keep his hands

eyes lit up as they swiftly exited the car and

Chapter 160

ahead, Kelvin slammed the menu down, bracing for

eye on Kelvin since

waiter swiftly intercepted him. “Sir,” the waiter said firmly, “you’ve been holding our menu upside down since you arrived. Is there something about our dishes

the oddball with the upside-down menu was, Randall let

turning icy as he wrenched Randall’s wrist.

at the

him, Kelvin, shaking free from the waiter’s hold, rushed over and exclaimed, “Miss Miller, you can’t just judge people by their looks. Well, if you must, at least go for someone like

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

are you talking about?” he groaned, wincing in pain. “Aubree, I mean, Miss Miller and I were just discussing a business collaboration. Maybe you’ve got it

on the table. The sight made him

instantly dissolved. Though he was still

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