MY LITTTLE BUNNY

Chapter 3

MY LITTLE BUNNY

Chapter 3

Kraig drove out of the boutique without a word.

Bella leaned back against her seat, watching the scenery blur past the window. Once again, silence filled the car.

After nearly forty minutes, the car finally slowed before stopping in front of another magnificent building.

Bella looked up.

The skyscraper towered into the sky, easily thirty stories high. Its sleek glass exterior reflected the afternoon sun, making it look even more imposing.

Across the front of the building, bold silver letters gleamed proudly.

K&N GROUP

Bella blinked.

What are we doing here?

Is he meeting someone...?

Her thoughts were interrupted when a young man rushed out of the revolving doors and hurried toward them.

He stopped respectfully before Kraig.

"Sir, they've arrived and are waiting in the conference room."

Bella studied him.

He looks like an assistant...

Then another thought struck her.

Wait...

Is this Kraig's company?

Her suspicion was immediately confirmed.

"When did they arrive?" Kraig asked.

"Twenty minutes ago, sir."

Kraig nodded.

"Not too long."

He glanced at Bella before turning back to the assistant.

"Take her to my office. Come meet me afterward."

Without waiting for a response, he walked away toward the executive entrance.

Bella stared after him.

Does this man suffer from some kind of "no-greeting syndrome"?

He appears... gives orders... then disappears without another word.

"Please follow me, Miss."

The assistant's polite voice pulled her back.

He smiled warmly.

"And you can call me Richard."

Bella returned the smile.

"It's nice to meet you."

Richard led her into the company.

Unlike Kraig, who had taken the private executive elevator, Bella followed Richard into the employees' elevator.

Almost immediately, she felt dozens of curious eyes settle on her.

Employees glanced up from their desks, whispering among themselves.

The women, in particular, stared at her with obvious curiosity—and suspicion.

The receptionist was the least subtle. She openly watched Bella until the elevator doors closed.

Well... that's welcoming.

The elevator stopped on the top floor.

Richard guided her down a quiet hallway before stopping in front of a pair of enormous doors.

One bore the inscription:

CEO KRAIG

The other read:

CEO NELLY

Bella's eyes widened.

So the two friends are the founders and CEOs of K&N Group...

The office itself was breathtaking.

Floor-to-ceiling glass walls surrounded almost every corner, allowing sunlight to flood the spacious room.

Outside, the city stretched endlessly beneath them.

From this height, the people below looked no bigger than tiny ants moving through their daily lives.

It felt...

Powerful.

As though whoever stood here ruled the entire city.

Bella slowly walked farther inside.

She noticed two elegant workstations separated from the CEOs' offices only by transparent glass walls.

Perhaps they belonged to personal assistants.

Richard's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Please make yourself comfortable, Miss Bella."

He gestured toward the luxurious seating area.

"Kindly don't touch anything. The CEO should return in about an hour."

Bella nodded obediently.

"Don't worry. I won't touch anything."

Then she smiled sheepishly.

"But... can I at least have some snacks?"

Richard glanced at his watch.

"They'll be here in about three minutes."

He smiled politely.

"If you'll excuse me."

With that, he quietly left.

Bella released a long sigh.

She wandered toward the massive glass window and gazed down at the bustling city below.

The view was breathtaking.

She couldn't blame anyone for enjoying an office like this.

It gave the feeling of standing above the world itself.

Ironically...

She had never once visited her own father's office.

Not because she wasn't allowed.

Because she refused to.

Her father's business empire was built upon darkness.

Human trafficking.

Illegal drugs.

Unauthorized human experiments in the lab.

Countless crimes hidden beneath expensive suits and respectable smiles.

Just thinking about it made her stomach turn.

She had vowed never to step foot inside any of his buildings.

A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.

The office door opened.

A cart overflowing with beautifully arranged snacks and desserts rolled inside.

Everything looked delicious enough to belong in a five-star hotel.

Pushing the cart was a young woman dressed in an extremely short skirt and a tight blouse that left very little to the imagination.

Bella blinked.

Does she actually work dressed like that?

The woman stopped beside the table.

"Mr. Kraig asked me to deliver these." Her lips curled into a faint smile. "You can eat all of them."

Her words sounded polite but her tone wasn't.

Bella instantly caught the hidden mockery.

Eat all of these?

Does she think I'm a food tank or glutton?

Instead of getting angry, Bella smiled sweetly.

"What is your name?"

The woman looked surprised.

Perhaps she had expected Bella to remain silent.

"I'm Maurice."

"I see."

Bella nodded thoughtfully.

"Or is it Maureen? Sorry... I didn't quite catch the pronunciation."

The woman's face stiffened.

Bella continued smiling.

"You seem to lack basic manners, Miss... whatever your name is."

The smile disappeared from Maurice's face.

Bella folded her arms.

"Weren't you given proper orientation before working here?"

She tilted her head.

"Because from where I'm standing, your customer service skills are terribly lacking."

She waved dismissively.

"Don't worry."

"I'll personally relay your attitude to your boss."

"You may leave now."

Maurice didn't move.

She remained rooted to the floor.

Bella sighed.

"I said you can leave."

Then she glanced at the cart.

"Or... you can stay."

She smiled brightly.

"We can finish these together since you seem convinced I could eat everything myself."

She chuckled softly.

"I'm not nearly as gluttonous as you implied."

Her voice remained calm.

Yet the invisible pressure in the room suddenly became suffocating.

Maurice's confidence shattered.

She hurriedly dropped to her knees.

"I'm sorry, Miss! I didn't mean it like that, it was just a joke. Please don't tell the boss."

Although her words sounded apologetic, her tightly clenched fists betrayed her true emotions.

She wasn't sorry. She was afraid of losing her job.

Bella's expression turned cold.

"Leave."

Maurice's eyes filled with tears.

"I'm really sorry. Please forgive me."

Bella rubbed her forehead.

"Do you think I can't see through you?"

She looked directly into the woman's eyes.

"You're apologizing with your mouth..."

"...while your heart is screaming, 'Who does she think she is?'"

Maurice froze.

Bella slowly crouched before her.

"I don't care what games you people play in this office."

"But don't ever try them with me."

A faint smile curved Bella's lips.

It wasn't warm.

It was terrifying.

Her eyes became as cold and sharp as drawn blades.

"Because if you do..."

"You'll regret it."

"Now..."

"Get out."

For a brief moment, Maurice felt as though death itself had looked into her eyes.

When Bella's expression softened again, she almost wondered if she had imagined it.

But her racing heartbeat told her otherwise.

This girl...

She's a monster disguised as an innocent rabbit.

Without another word, Maurice scrambled to her feet and bolted from the office as though something was chasing her.

Silence returned.

Bella calmly picked up a strawberry tart as though nothing had happened.

Unbeknownst to her...

Every word.

Every expression.

Every reaction.

Had been silently observed through the office surveillance system.

Standing inside the conference room, Kraig watched the recording without taking his eyes off the screen of his phone.

Even while an important meeting was ongoing, he remained still, his attention fixed entirely on her. He had been curious—curious to see how she would handle his troublesome secretary. After all, he was the one who had chosen Maurice to deliver the snacks, knowing her personality all too well.

If not for her competence, he would have dismissed her long ago.

The corner of his lips lifted ever so slightly.

For the second time that day...

He had witnessed Bella's true colors.

What other things are you hiding under that calm and innocent appearance? he mused.

Ignoring the eyes watching him, he didn’t realize his faint smile had changed the atmosphere in the room entirely. It was like sunlight breaking through a storm—soft, unexpected, almost unreal.

No one in the room had ever seen him smile before.

Not once.

Not even his assistant.