Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 88

Alex didn't say a word as he drove on in tense silence.

Ten minutes ticked by before the vehicle pulled to a stop. The destination was not Atwood University but rather Vincent's private villa.

Alex got out and said, "We're here, Kelly."

Kelly's face twisted into a grimace as she glared out the window. "I said Atwood University! Can't you follow instructions, or are you deliberately disobeying me?"

Alex was unfazed by her outburst as he replied coolly, "Sorry, Kelly. I only take orders from Mr. Lewis."

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Kelly reluctantly climbed out of the car. But before Alex could pull away, she whipped out her phone with a determined glint in her eyes. "Fine! If you won't take me, I'll find my own way. I need to see if Mr. Lewis is at the dorm with Tiffany!"

Alex's hand hovered on the car door, a pause betraying a flicker of surprise. "Kelly, I'd advise against going there now. Mr. Lewis wouldn't be happy to see you at this hour." "I'm his girlfriend! I have the right to see him whenever I want!" Kelly exploded.

The facade of politeness she usually maintained with Alex had crumbled entirely. "You're just an assistant, Alex. Who are you to dictate my actions?"

Alex met her gaze unflinchingly. "As you wish," he said simply.

With that, he pulled away, leaving Kelly fuming in the driveway. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.

Moments later, a cabpulled up.

you the customer who's phone ends in 3388?" the driver

Alex's words

the driver inquired with a

gritted her teeth and slammed the car door shut with a

mind!" she called

but a sliver of reason remained. Alex might be a mere assistant, but his words held a truth she couldn't

before pulling away, leaving Kelly stranded on

a moment of indecision, she squared her shoulders and

was greeted by the harsh blare of opera music emanating from the

SWI

to silence the cacophony was strong, but Kelly knew better than to

poorly on her

approached Anna. "Good evening, Mrs.

fleeting glance before turning her attention back to the opera.

dinner. Are you feeling hungry? Would you like me to whip

moments

Mrs.

shut off the blaring opera and made her way to

put some

understand I'm not exactly your favorite