Chapter 764
Chapter 764:
“Unbelievable,” he growled under his breath, his teeth gritted tight. His fingers moved swiftly across his phone, dialing someone at Horizon Media. As soon as the call connected, his voice was filled with fire.
“Are you out of your mind?” the person on the other end shot back, equally irate.
“If the news got leaked, that’s on you to find the culprit. We didn’t do it. Why are you blaming us?”
“Of course, it’s your fault. Who else knows I hired you?” Beckett snapped.
“We’re a professional outfit. We honor our confidentiality agreements. If you don’t trust us, feel free to take legal action—we’ve got nothing to hide!”
Before Beckett could respond, the call abruptly ended.
Beckett was stunned into silence, his anger boiling beneath the surface. Fuming, he collapsed onto the sofa. He lit a cigarette, his mind racing. Grabbing his phone once more, he dialed Bonita’s number.
The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before she finally answered. Without missing a beat, Beckett invited her to dinner that evening.
“I’m not going out. I’ll be staying late at the office,” Bonita responded with cool detachment. “There’s still so much work left for the internship.”
“Then I’ll just wait for you at your office after hours. You’ll be working overtime, but you still need to eat.”
Without giving Bonita a chance to protest, Beckett ended the call abruptly.
Bonita set her phone down, a frown creasing her forehead.
Across from her, her colleague returned with a coffee. Noticing Bonita’s troubled expression, she teased, “Another problem with your boyfriend?”
Bonita sighed, pressing her lips together. “I’ve told you before, he’s not my boyfriend.”
𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫺𝖼𝗈𝗆
A few colleagues exchanged glances, their smiles widening into knowing smirks.
Beckett had been to Bonita’s workplace several times, and everyone had noticed. He always acted too familiar—grabbing her hand or slinging an arm around her shoulders, as if they were wrapped up in their own little world.
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There were moments when Bonita would giggle at her phone, her face lighting up with the joy of a romance. However, she insisted he wasn’t her boyfriend. Could it be that she was juggling multiple men? To many of her colleagues, Bonita had become the classic manipulative flirt—sweet on the surface but with a sharp, calculating edge beneath.
After ending the call with Beckett, Bonita felt quite frustrated. She had told him countless times not to visit her at the office, but he never listened. A wave of helplessness washed over her, and she found herself staring blankly at her desk, her work suddenly meaningless.
Then, her phone buzzed again, making her jump out of her skin. Seeing Fernanda’s name on the screen, Bonita finally exhaled in relief.
“Hey Bonita, I’m at the dessert shop downstairs from your office,” Fernanda said. “Do you have time to come down?”
“Of course,” Bonita replied without hesitation. “I’ll be right there.” Though it was dinnertime, Bonita’s appetite had vanished. She made her way to the elevator, her mind still clouded.
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