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

a pleasure, Mr.

you're

Tiffany is the belle of the ball at our college.

eyebrow as he easily understood the underlying message in their

simply gave Tiffany a meaningful look instead of clearing the

a frenzy of speculation. Their eyes darted back and forth between Tiffany and Vincent, punctuated by soft giggles and

you're right. We have things to do anyway. We'll

Lewis!" they chirped. Their departure was

when interacting with the young women, he exuded

a flicker of confusion

of a stern boss. But lately, his

the last person, the room fell

asked, "Mr. Lewis, you didn't leave last

was locked. But Madam Burton had already left, and I didn't want to disturb her sleep at that

defensiveness. It left Tiffany with no

his appearance spoke volumes. His hair was slightly mussed, and weariness clung to him.

offered. After all, his disheveled state