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Mr. Billionaire, can I be honest?

Chapter 8 Bad day

Word Count: 1077    |    Released on: 20/08/2024

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hings for me, as if he owed me. It was my decision to help willingly withou

them on my table. "They just came in recently," she added. "Thanks, Emma. When next will I meet with my directors?" I

m?" my eyebrows twitched. "I- It's the design department," she stammered. "This is

and left the room immediately. "They didn't even bother to make the shape of the bott

ng behind her shadow like he knew he was in trouble. I cleared m

gn for your new pro

to you? Are you trying to make me look like a cheap copy

ld never," his

submitted tomorrow by 9 am,"

s, sir." I squinted and said with a firm voi

d my chair and hopped off, strolling to the glass to t

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t and glanced at my secret

," she said, do

ice and took their seats. Like a criminal waiting to be executed, they sucked in their breath. I shifted my c

d 'spellbound' fragrance. As the last director spoke, I supported my cheek with my palm and sig

tence. "Wait, I told you to finish up that projec

rembled. "W

rd. "Are you testing my patience?" I half-yelled. "We just released a new product, and

odded. "It's okay; I just need to screw you up b

and she answered rig

one hundred and sixty eight hours project." Without showing even the s

then turned to th

day of grace." I rotated my chair, tired from staring at their sorry

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a book on the couch and got up. "Welcome, how was your day?" he asked. I just glan

y dished my f ood on a plate. "Thanks." I took a seat and scoop

s in my kitchen?" I

ty?" he smiled, rearranging it's white petals. My eyebrows twitched in annoyance. "Throw

tley devoured me with a glare as I ate my lunch;

hen grabbed his book from the living room. His steps as he ascended the

room. I threw my head on the armchair; my gaze landed

eiling opened, a pair of robotic arms reac

at. He stole a glance at me from the corner of his brown orbs. Bentley clea

. Bentley was about to clear his throat again before I s

ng weeds into your house," Bentle

ernally. "He's apologizing? That's un

mirk, and dro

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