Chapter 1065

Juniper gave two light humphs.

Michael had been the one most violently opposed to her relationship with Shanley.

He used to scream about wanting to stab the leader of the Sigma Network to death. And now, look how quickly he changed his tune, offering to cook for him personally. Money really did make the world go round.

"Destiny is written in the stars." Shanley gently stroked her face, treating her like a precious treasure, his eyes intoxicating. "And seventy percent of it relies on... money."

And looks.

Juniper added silently in her mind.

There were plenty of rich guys out there.

Why did she choose him? It was definitely because of that face.

"Boss-"

As the two were gazing deeply at each other, an out-of-place voice came from Shanley's laptop.

"Boss, we're still waiting for your approval here." Flint pinched his thigh hard to maintain a professional composure.

Dammit.

He had just openly eavesdropped on the Boss flirting with Ms. Payne.

How embarrassing.

"Have everything prepped in advance, wait for my orders," Shanley's tone turned instantly cold. "Then ship it to the Subterra Vanguard base."

"Understood."

Flint shakily ended the video call and looked around at a room full of subordinates.

It was a video conference.

Which meant-

Everyone present had just heard the boss flirting.

Right now.

The crowd looked completely constipated as they all stared at Flint, bombarding him with questions:

"Flint, is the boss always like this?"

"Like what?" Flint sat in his chair, holding a coffee mug.

"A total simp? Are we allowed to say that?"

"Pfft-"

Flint spat out a mouthful of water, nearly jumping out of his skin in sheer terror.

The next day.

The sky was overcast, and soon a torrential downpour began.

Inside a solemn conference room.

Shanley sat elegantly at the head of the table, listening to the executives' reports while keeping an eye on his watch.

As the hand clicked into place, he looked up and announced, "That concludes today's meeting."

"Felton will take the rest of the reports."

With that.

He stood up and strode out the door, leaving the executives staring at each other in bewilderment.

What was going on?

Why did Mr. Schwartz leave halfway through? The reports were extremely important!

"Felton, did Mr. Schwartz have some sort of emergency?"

An executive whispered carefully as he handed over his file.

The others perked up their ears to listen.

"It's very important." Felton said expressionlessly as he organized the reports. He then looked up and clearly enunciated to the room The

by going to buy a cake for the

Mrs. Schwartz." Content

It was raining today, and the boss was worried about traffic.

So he ended the meeting early.

That was the whole story.

"???"

The executives' eyes bulged, almost letting out high-pitched squeals of shock.

"You'll get used to it."

Felton picked up the stack of files,

his lips

ching into a slight,

unbothered smile. "Meeting

vel

adjourned content

The executives were speechless.

During the thunderstorm.

The black Koenigsegg sped down the highway at breakneck speed.

"Faster."

Shanley leaned back in the rear seat, his brow furrowed, a hint of gloom clouding his handsome face.

The pastry shop closed at 4 PM.

He had promised Juniper he'd make it up to her with two slices of cake. If he couldn't get them.

He'd be in for a rough time.

"Yes, Boss." Flint took a deep breath and pressed the gas pedal harder.

Though he valued his life, if they

didn't get that cake, Ms. Payne

would definitely give the bass

attitude.

And if the boss was in a bad mood, Flint's life would be a living hell.

Luckily, fate was on their side.

They didn't hit much traffic and bought the cake right before closing time.

Shanley carried the box and got back into the car.

Just as the sports car started to move.

A figure suddenly darted out in front of them, colliding directly with the hood.