Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 89

"Gosh, Tiffany, where did you find such a dreamboat? He's absolutely stunning!"

"He's not just handsome; he seems so kind too! Our college would be in chaos if he were here, hearts breaking left and right!" "Tiffany, you have the best taste in men! Every boyfriend is more gorgeous and charming than the last. You're so lucky!"

The flurry of words swam in Tiffany's head, but a few key terms caught her attention.

"Boyfriend?"

As if on cue, the door swung open again. Vincent entered the room with breakfast in hand.

Every single young woman's gaze instantly snapped to him. The room had once been bustling with chatter, but it had fallen dead silent now.

Under everyone's gaze, he calmly walked over to Tiffany's desk and placed the breakfast down. "Good morning. I brought you some breakfast, something light like you prefer," he said gently.

A collective gasp of awe rippled through the group of young women, their faces plastered with delight for Tiffany.

Embarrassed, Tiffany attempted to introduce them. "This Mr. Lewis from the company I work at."

The young women's enthusiasm, a tangible force, reached out to Vincent in unison.

it's nice to meet

a pleasure, Mr.

you're incredibly

the ball at our college. You have impeccable

eyebrow as he easily understood the underlying message in their

gave Tiffany a meaningful look instead of clearing

speculation. Their eyes darted back and forth between Tiffany and Vincent, punctuated by soft giggles and excited whispers. "Hey,

We have things to do anyway. We'll

Tiffany! Bye, Mr. Lewis!" they chirped. Their departure

a gentleman. Even when interacting with the young women, he exuded

and a flicker

epitome of a stern boss. But lately, his demeanor seemed to be

the door shut behind the last person, the room fell silent once

you didn't leave

to. However upon reaching the front gate, I discovered it was locked. But Madam Burton had already left, and I didn't want to

any defensiveness. It left Tiffany

his appearance spoke volumes. His hair was slightly mussed, and weariness clung to him. Seeing this, a pang of

the office?" she offered. After all, his disheveled state