Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 25

**Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**
**Chapter 25: Come Pick Me Up At Royal Court**

Helen found herself utterly speechless, her mind racing to process the scene unfolding before her.

Josh’s outfit was nothing short of flamboyant, even by his own standards. The bright colors and bold patterns clashed with the serene ambiance of their surroundings, yet somehow, his striking features allowed him to pull off such an outrageous ensemble with surprising ease.

“Whoa, Helen! You’re living at Celestial Villas? Do you even realize how astronomical the prices are for property in this area? And your family’s manor is perched in the most opulent spot imaginable! Just look at all that space!”

Josh’s eyes sparkled with awe as he craned his neck, taking in the magnificent house behind the ornate iron gates. His whistle of disbelief echoed in the stillness of the evening. “You have to spill the beans! Just how wealthy is your family? This manor is making me positively green with envy!”

Helen couldn’t help but reflect on her own family’s wealth, a privilege that felt both like a blessing and a burden. Even if Josh’s father had the ambition to buy a property in such a prestigious location, he would likely fall short.

Sliding into the passenger seat, Helen retrieved her brand-new ID, the shiny card glinting under the car’s interior lights as she flashed it in front of Josh.

He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. When the name registered in his mind, his pupils widened in shock. “Helen Walcott?”

The playful smirk that usually adorned his face vanished in an instant. “The Walcotts? You mean the wealthiest family in all of Veridia?”

With a playful flick of her finger, Helen tucked her ID back into her pocket, the gesture almost like an admission of her status.

Josh theatrically bowed, his voice dripping with mock reverence. “I bow to the heiress of the Walcotts! Please, take good care of me, oh mighty boss!”

Unable to contain her laughter, Helen shook her head. “Enough with the theatrics. Just drive.”

“Always at your service!” Josh exclaimed, scrambling into the driver’s seat with an exaggerated flourish.

The engine roared to life, and the dazzling blue sports car shot off into the night, leaving a trail of excitement in its wake.

Just as they sped away, Helen’s phone began to ring, its shrill tone cutting through the exhilaration of the moment.

She pulled it out, her heart sinking as a familiar name illuminated the screen—Sean Griffin.

For a fleeting moment, her finger hovered over the call button, her mind drifting to memories that felt both distant and painfully close. He was her fiancé—or more accurately, her ex-fiancé.

When she finally answered, Sean’s voice came through, commanding and familiar, as if nothing had changed. “Come pick me up at Royal Court, Room 6103. I’m drunk. My head hurts.”

His tone was casual, as if he expected her to leap at his beck and call, just like before.

That was the essence of Sean—his unshakeable confidence, his belief that he could dictate her actions and manipulate her feelings.

Helen felt a chill wash over her, her voice turning icy as she replied, “Sean, if you’re drunk, call a cab or your girlfriend, Lydia. We’ve been over for a long time. Don’t contact me again. Just leave me alone, alright?”

With that, she hung up decisively, blocking his number in one fluid motion before slipping her phone back into her pocket, a sense of relief washing over her.

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