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“Young Master, let’s go help Miss Hale,” Jim said as the divider re between the front and back seats.
He couldn’t care less if the young master would scold him later–sounded genuinely anxious.
Jerry wasn’t as bold as Jim, but he still added his agreement, “Yeal”
They couldn’t just leave her sitting there all alone while everyoneared.
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Charlie lifted his eyelids lazily, casting the two a bland glance. “If you want to help, help. Don’t make it sound like I’m the villain here.”
He agreed.
Jim turned the car around.
But before they could drive over to Candice, a white BMW pulled up beside her first.
The car came to a stop, and out stepped a woman dressed in a striking angora–red business suit. She wore black shirt and tailored trousers–a sharp, cool, no–nonsense look.
She strode straight over to Candice. “Why are you coming back in a wheelchair? Did Kyle lose his mind and try to break your legs to stop you from leaving?”
‘….Don’t let your imagination run wild,” Candice said, speechless.
“As if mine’s wilder than yours?” Sophia raised an eyebrow.
“Hey, at least it worked,” Candice grinned like a little fox whose scheme had just succeeded.
Sophia chuckled too and started wheeling her toward her car. “Just hope it didn’t work too well. Mia Jones is a ticking time bomb.”
A shadow flickered in Candice’s eyes. “Even if I don’t provoke her, even if we’ve already gone head–to–head and sent her to jail, as long as she’s alive, she’ll always find a way to stir things up. So might as well make use of it. I don’t want the man she’s fighting for like mad–that’s a form of victory too, isn’t it?”
Sophia:
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Victory by taking different paths.
She helped Candice into the car, folded the wheelchair into the trunk, and drove off.
Behind them, the black car also started moving again.
Jim looked puzzled. “Did Miss Hale predict Kyle would ditch her, so she called her friend ahead of time?”
Jerry shook his head. “Coincidence, probably.”
No way she could’ve known Mia Jones would show up at the airport. She wasn’t psychic.
“Maybe… she never planned on going back with Kyle in the first place and called her friend before all this happened.”
Jim nodded. “That sounds more likely.”
Both glanced at the rearview mirror simultaneously–half worried the boss would find them too chatty, half curious what he thought.
Charlie had his eyes closed, a clear sign he had zero interest in speculating.
Two cars drove in the same direction for half the ride back. When they entered the city and passed five red lights and three turns,
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Sophia finally noticed the Bentley had been following them the entire time.
Candice had been dozing off in the car. That little airport scene had clearly drained her.
Sophia grew alert, constantly checking her rearview.
Ten minutes later, they were near their apartment complex—and he Bentley was still behind them.
Okay, if it weren’t for the fact that it was a Bentley Mulsanne, she seriously think Mia Jones had sent a hitman.
But killers don’t usually drive luxury cars, right?
When they reached the gate, Sophia shook Candice awake. “Candige, wake up!”
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“Huh? We’re here already?” Candice rubbed her eyes and looked outside. She rolled down the window and scanned her face to open the gate.
The barrier lifted.
Sophia drove in, still nervous. “That car behind us—why are they still following us? Wait–how are they getting in too? Do they live here?”
“What?” Candice sat up straighter and looked behind.
Huh?
Didn’t they arrive way earlier than her? Why were they behind now?
Sophia panicked. “Should we turn around and leave?”
“No need. That’s my new boss’s car.”
“…New? Boss?”
“It’s a long story. I’ll explain later.”
Sophia looked bewildered.
When she saw the man stepping out of the Bentley, her confusion turned into a shriek.
That night at the charity gala–this exact man had dropped in out of nowhere to stand up for Candice, stunning the whole room. That video was still circulating among the elite social circle.
She’d thought Candice had simply gotten lucky. How else would someone that powerful swoop in like a movie hero?
But now… maybe it wasn’t luck after all.
Candice caught her friend’s suspicious look and sighed, “Cut it out. He’s just my new boss.”
Sophia glanced at the ridiculously good–looking face that was even more god–tier in person than on video. “Just?”
Candice:
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What else could it be?!
Everyone got out of their cars.
Sophia was juggling both the wheelchair and helping Candice down, so they were a little slower.
By the time they got to the building entrance, Charlie and the others had already gone in.
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Jim helpfully held the door open. “Ladies first.”
Charlie was already in the elevator.
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There were three other elevators they could’ve taken, but choosing a different one now almost felt like… ignoring the boss. Was that allowed?
Sophia and Candice hesitated, but Jim very “thoughtfully” helped rag the wheelchair into Charlie’s elevator.
Yes. Dragged.
And the moment he let go, Candice found herself face to face with pair of absurdly long legs wrapped in pale gray suit pants,
Whose legs could those possibly be?!
Staring straight at her new boss’s thighs, Candice: “…”
Sophia, behind her: “…”
Charlie, blank–faced: “…”
Awkward silence.
“President, your car… wasn’t very fast today.”
Candice craned her neck up and forced an awkward smile, grasping for small talk while reaching behind to nudge Sophia: Turn me around already!
But Sophia was too busy admiring the boss’s face up close to be helpful.
Charlie looked down. “Let’s skip the chit–chat and press the floor button first.”
His tone was half teasing, half exasperated–and if you listened closely, maybe just a touch indulgent.
Candice awkwardly reached over and pressed the floor button.
“Sophia-” she whispered, giving Sophia another nudge.
“Oh, right!” Sophia finally snapped out of it.
The elevator was wider than average, but with five people and a wheelchair, turning around was still tricky.
She stepped back and bumped into Jerry’s arm, apologized, then pushed the wheelchair forward… hard.
Candice’s face was about to crash into Charlie’s legs.
“Ah! Ah!”
Terrified, she instinctively reached out to stop herself–her hands landing squarely on his thighs.
…Oh.
My God.
She froze, eyes wide. After five long seconds, she yanked her hands back like she’d been electrocuted.
Her soul had left the building.
Charlie’s pale, handsome face flushed a soft shade of pink.
