A One Night Stand With My Boss

Hudson shot a disdainful look at Connor and scoffed, "Oh wow, what a tall tale!"

To him, the idea that this young guy could own a top-tier mansion like Cedarhill Estate was pure fantasy. Impossible.

He glanced towards the balcony just in time to see a Rolls-Royce limousine glide through the community gate.

With a smirk, he said, "Oh really? I had no idea this gentleman was so loaded. My bad." Pointing to the car below, he chuckled, "I suppose you own that luxury ride too?" Following Hudson's gaze, Connor broke into a grin. "Funny enough, that is my car."

Hudson laughed and shook his head. He had seen people bluff, but this was on another level.

Just then, Young stepped out of the car, carrying a bag of clothes into the building.

Pointing at Young in his sharp suit, Hudson joked, "That wouldn't be your driver, would it?"

"Good eye, Mr. Hudson," Connor replied with a sly smile.

Hudson paused, waving a finger at Connor and laughing almost hysterically. How could someone be so shameless?

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang.

Connor planted a quick kiss on Camila's forehead. "Hang on, babe."

Camila smiled helplessly; her man could be so childish.

Connor walked to the door and opened it.

Hudson's eyes followed, freezing when he saw the man at the door was the same one from the car!

"Mr. Connor, here are your clothes and car keys," Young said politely.

Connor took them, smiling. "Thanks a lot."

Their conversation echoed through the small house, every word reaching Hudson's ears.

Watching Connor interact so calmly with his driver, Hudson's skepticism melted into astonishment and then horror.

Connor shut the door and strolled back to Camila.

He turned to Hudson, a glint of mockery in his eyes. "So, Mr. Hudson, how about my car and my driver? Impressed?" Hudson was left speechless, unable to muster a response.

He had thought of himself as somewhat successful in this city, with wealth and status to boot.

But standing next to this man, he realized he was just a small fry.

The sheer disparity filled him with a new level of shame and defeat.

All he could do was force a smile. "Truly impressive."

"Since this house is pretty old and the balcony tiles don't need fixing, thanks for stopping by today," Connor said.

He smiled and added, "I'm off on a date with my girlfriend now, if you'll excuse us."

Hudson could only nod awkwardly, turning on his heel and leaving without looking back.

As the door clicked shut, Camila looked at Connor, amusement dancing in her eyes.

She shook her head teasingly. "Connor, you really are a bit childish, aren't you?"

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shouldn't have looked at you like that, trying to feel superior in front of me without even knowing his own worth."

Camila burst out laughing.

She took Connor's hand and pulled him towards the bathroom. "Come on, change your clothes. You've been on the balcony too long you might catch a cold."

Connor changed quickly in the bathroom and glanced at the sink, pondering for a moment.

He stuffed the drain with a stopper.

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hed on the faucet, ready to

head out for their evening,