A One Night Stand With My Boss

Connor caught a glimpse of the cleaner cleaning up the coffee table as he passed through the reception area. There, on the table, was a lunchbox just like his own, and his gaze instantly turned icy.

“Throw it away.”

“Throw away what?” The cleaner was confused and looked up at him blankly.

Connor pointed at the lunchbox on the table, his tone impatient, “The lunchbox.”

The cleaner paused for a moment. “Understood.” She immediately tossed the lunchbox into the trash bag.

Connor stood at the doorway, with his hands in his pockets. His face was stern, and his dark eyes were complex with emotion.

He pondered silently. Why did she give her lunch to that woman...

Seeing Connor’s displeased expression, the cleaner grew nervous, and her movements hastened. She carefully wiped down the coffee table, fearing to further upset the imposing boss.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead as she thought to herself, “Oh my, the big boss is watching me clean... does he have nothing better to do?”

“Mr. Connor, all the meeting participants have arrived,” Alan approached and informed him.

Connor acknowledged and turned to leave.

The cleaner finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

...

Camila went to the bank, deposited the funds into the specified government account, and took the receipt.

Leaving the bank, Camila felt her spirits sink. As she looked up at the distant blue sky, she thought of her mother’s life savings, now gone.

When would she ever be able to give her mother a happy life?

She took a deep breath and dialed Claire’s number. “Mom, I’ve made the payment. We can go pick up Drew now.”

...

The family sat in the police station’s waiting room. The atmosphere was heavy, and everyone was silent.

Riley handed the receipt to the officer in charge, who after verifying it, signed the release paperwork.

Soon, Drew was brought out. He looked pale, and his eyes were hollow.

When he saw his family waiting, his tears involuntarily began to fall. He walked towards them, but suddenly his legs gave way, and he knelt on the floor.

Drew knelt before them, sobbing uncontrollably.

Melinda hurriedly came to his aid.

“Mom, I’m sorry for worrying you,” Drew cried, with tears rolling down his cheeks. “I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have made you and the family worry.”

“That damn York!” Melinda cursed. Her hands trembled as she stroked Drew’s head. “He ruined you, that bastard!”

Drew hugged his mother tightly, crying loudly. All the pressure and torment of the past days were released in this moment. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Riley stepped forward, helping Drew to stand.

“Grandma...” Drew looked at his grandmother, who tightly held his hand. “My dear grandson, I even used all my savings for you.”

Grandma choked up, “From now on, you’re all I have...”

Drew’s eyes were filled with tears. “I know, Grandma. I’ll work hard to give you a good life.”

“Let’s go. No need to stay here anymore,” Claire said gently. “Let’s go home. Take a shower. Eat something...”

The family quietly exited the police station.

Riley glanced back at the imposing building and couldn’t help but spit towards the entrance, “Such a cursed place!”

They hailed two taxis to go home.

Drew and Camila were in one, and the atmosphere inside was heavy.

“Aunt Claire, Camila...” Drew hung his head, speaking softly, “I’m sorry...”

He fiddled with his trouser seam, sobbing uncontrollably. His shoulders shook as he said, “I know... I got out because Aunt Claire offered seven hundred thousand. I’ve let you all down.”