Chapter 8: forget the time
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"Sir, are you really willing to let a handsome guy like me meet an early demise?" Steven, switching to a pitiful plea after his protests went unheard, looked utterly dejected. His usually charming face was marred by a frown so deep, it looked like he was on the brink of a meltdown—too bad someone couldn’t see this.
"I have no sympathy. Remember, call me when you're about to kick the bucket; I'll be sure to order some wreaths for you in advance." The response was icily sarcastic, sharp enough to rival any heartless parent.
"Sir, your heart is too cold!" Oh, the injustice! Why does a handsome thirty-year-old consistently lose to someone twenty-three years his junior? At least he lost to a prodigy like Sammy, who isn't your typical child, otherwise, he would've buried himself in shame.
"Are you just realizing this now?" He asked, feigning surprise.
Left speechless.
Is it luck or misfortune to serve such a master?
"Just focus on your work; I’ll be keeping an eye on you."
His youthful voice was tinged with a faint smile.
"Yes." It seemed he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate.
"Once you complete the task, you’ll get a month off. Bye." With those words, he ended the call.
"A month off? Sir, I adore you!" From confusion to sheer joy, he kissed the already hung-up phone.
Hawaii, with its radiant sun, vast ocean, and gorgeous beaches, await me; we shall meet very soon.
Elsewhere, under a tree at Lingying Academy.
At that moment, Sammy was manipulating a phone, his demeanor as tranquil as still water, his eyes briefly sparkling.
He, too, yearned for a month’s vacation.
Nearby, Bertha and Eunice shared a moment of silent agreement.
"But it comes at a cost! Want it?" He teased Bertha and Eunice with a playful wink.
Both shook their heads in unison.
"Not necessary."
Their expressions remained sweet and gentle.
Adjusting a lock of hair beside her ear, her smile was enchanting, captivating onlookers around her.
Time passed swiftly. As she glanced through the glass, noticing the fading daylight, Amelia suddenly leaped up.
"Oh no, it's late. The driver Sammy arranged, he hasn’t left, has he? No, I still need to pick up Sammy, Cervine, and Vivian. How annoying." As she packed her things, Amelia grumbled, oblivious to the watchful eyes observing her every move.
A truly well-mannered woman, yet a perfect secretary in every other respect.
Every one of his secretaries had tried to allure him by dressing provocatively, but she opted for an excruciatingly outdated style—if she thought this would get his attention, she was indeed clever. No woman had ever employed such a tactic. But he was not one to be swayed by such pretense, she was bound to be disappointed.
A look of distaste flickered in his eyes before he decisively walked away.
From her hiding spot, Brittany watched Richard's distant figure, her expression filled with confusion.
Could it be a father-son or father-daughter relationship? But why don't they recognize each other? If not related, why does the new CEO bear such a striking resemblance to the young master? And what prompted the young master to orchestrate these encounters between the new CEO and his mom?
These questions buzzed through Brittany’s mind as she pondered the situation.
“Oh no, I’m late!”
Distracted by her document search, she worried the children would be upset with her. “This is terrible.”
Quickly packing up, she grabbed her purse and hurried out.
“That’s it for today’s work.”
Watching Amelia rush off, Brittany couldn’t help feeling a bit gloomy.
She wasn’t being chased; why was she running so fast?
“It looks like I won’t make it in time.”
Had the driver that Sammy had arranged left already? After waiting so long, any driver might have left.
Feeling on the verge of tears, Amelia squatted down, her expression full of regret.
It seemed she’d have to hail a cab.
Just as this thought crossed her mind:
A sharp screech of brakes pulled Amelia from her thoughts, causing her to look up.
A black sedan stopped in front of her, and a driver with a radiant smile greeted her.
“Miss Amelia, hello! My name is Frederic. Sammy asked me to pick you up. It will be my pleasure to drive you to and from work from now on.”
Frederic’s face was brimming with a friendly smile, showing no sign of irritation from the wait.
The kinder he appeared, the more remorseful Amelia felt.
“I’m so sorry for making you wait.”
She apologized sincerely as she got into the car, genuinely touched by Frederic’s patience.
Caught off guard by her abrupt apology, Frederic was momentarily stunned, surprised by her gesture.
“It’s no problem at all.”
After pausing for a moment, Frederic’s smile widened once again.
Any frustration he might have felt from the wait evaporated under the warmth of Amelia’s genuine remorse.
“Frederic, could you please drive me to Lingying Academy?”
She hoped the children wouldn’t be upset with her.
“Make sure your seatbelt is fastened, and we’re all set,” Frederic said with another warm smile.
Indeed, the young master’s mother was exceptionally polite.
“Yes.”
The children would be happy to see their mommy soon.
At Lingying Academy, as the sun set, it cast a golden glow over the school, illuminating every tree and building.
Outside the school gates,
Three children around seven or eight years old stood, their good looks drawing admiring glances.
Especially one boy, whose cool aura drew eyes repeatedly.
As time passed, his expression turned even more aloof.
One of the girls grew sadder, and another, identical to her, listlessly licked a lollipop.
The previously lively atmosphere quieted down as more children were picked up.
At that moment, several figures came into view of the trio.
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