The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 88

Jocelyn had had enough. She couldn’t bear to waste another second in that place and couldn’t stand to exchange another word with him. It would only demean herself.

His cold voice sliced through the tension, “I would’ve agreed to help if anyone else coming to me today.. Unfortunately, it was you!

Her heart sank as she saw his disdainful look. And then he added three more words that cut deep.

“You’re not worthy.”

Stepping out of the hotel, Jocelyn looked up at the sky, feeling a numbness that eclipsed the pain. Over three years of her love, now she realized, had been misplaced.

Her love was unrequited.

She immediately called the principal, apologizing that she had done her best.

Walking down the street, her mind felt numb. Perhaps the pain was too deep or maybe she had seen through it all. So the pain just wasn’t there anymore

Then her phone rang with an unknown number

It was a call from a senior official at the Board of Education, asking if she could meet someone

Jocelyn guessed that the principal must have spoken to the official.

In the workplace, sometimes you have to do things against your will.

She arrived at a country club not far from the hotel and saw the official waiting for her.

As soon as he saw her, he called out, “Jocelyn, is that how you dressed for the meeting with Mr. Martinez?”

She looked down at her attire, not seeing any problem.

“You’re too conservative, the official shook his head and said, “Anyway, come meet the benefactor.”

Jocelyn followed him through the opulent corridors and made a turn to face grand double doors.

impression, relax. You’re here to secure benefits for the school, to fight for a better learning environment for the

or what difference her presence

place was buzzing with

the official nudged her forward and

he’s looking to generously fund a new building for the school, the official urged her toward a man whose stomach bulged more than a nine-month pregnancy

naive; she understood the situation.

stood still, “Maybe we should call Mr.

frowned, “Fletcher asked you to

afraid I might say something wrong,

be up to a mere

her, “You teach literature, Jocelyn. You should

go through with it, her mood was already sour. Flattery and pandering were out of the question.

“I’m sorry, I have to

at the school this uptight?” Vance stood up, approached Jocelyn, and grabbed her arm, “Ive seen your news online. They say you’re a good teacher. But flies don’t

your school tomorrow”

more delicate than her online image, particularly in her outfit

off Vance’s hand, glaring at the official, “I thought leaders at the Board of Education are all decent and professional Today has been quite the eye opener.

saying?” the official, as if slapped in the face

today is immoral and inhumane,”

official’s

reached for the door, Vance grabbed her waist from behind.

swung her handbag at Vance’s head.

wall, hissing a threat, “Don’t you know I can

hit loft Jocelyn’s head ringing, stars

Vance but at the official, “Are you just going to let him do this

were offered a golden opportunity and you refused. What can I do? You need to be flexible. Make him

teeth clenched, she faced him,

mouth reeked of alcohol as he

shut turning her head away as darkness loomed

open from

inside was

the coffee table, falling to the ground with a curse that was cut short by a bottle smashing against his face