Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 3

**TITLE: Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**

**Chapter 3: She Got Into That Car?**

With a swift motion, Helen swung her duffel bag over her shoulder, her mind already racing ahead. She turned, her fingers brushing against the screen of her phone as she dialed. “It’s done. Come get me,” she stated, her voice steady and devoid of emotion. It was the kind of tone that commanded attention, one that suggested she had long been accustomed to issuing orders rather than taking them.

Sienna stood frozen for a moment, her expression twisting in a tempest of fury. That cool, decisive back of Helen, striding away without a single glance back, was a stark contrast to the girl who once knelt before her, pleading and vulnerable. The juxtaposition of the two images cut deep, igniting a fire within Sienna. “You b*tch! Get out! Just go! Let’s see how long that attitude lasts after leaving the Morgans!” she yelled, her voice filled with venom as she watched Helen retreat.

In a flurry, Sienna scrambled to her feet, her hair a chaotic mess, and she grabbed Lydia’s arm, dragging her toward the house. Her mind was still swirling with curses, each step fueled by a mix of disbelief and rage.

Lydia lagged behind, glancing back at Helen’s diminishing figure, her heart racing. Just moments ago, who had Helen been speaking to?

Sienna often remarked that Helen had grown up in the sticks, a girl from a small town who had never truly belonged to the world of privilege that surrounded the Morgans. It had only been four years since the Morgans had taken her in after her grandmother passed away.

A girl from such humble beginnings couldn’t possibly fit into high society, no matter how hard she tried. The only people Helen had ever associated with were the Morgans and Sean Griffin, their wealthy neighbor.

Now that she had been cast out, who on earth would come to pick her up?

More importantly, that tone she had used on the phone… It was too commanding, too self-assured, like she had transformed into someone unrecognizable.

Curiosity gnawed at Lydia, and she tugged on Sienna’s sleeve, prompting them to rush toward the study.

The study’s floor-to-ceiling window provided an unobstructed view of the Morgans’ grand front gates.

Suddenly, a vehicle roared into view, cutting through the air like a missile, and came to a smooth halt right in front of Helen.

It wasn’t a flashy sports car or an extravagant stretch limo. There were no ostentatious logos or brand names adorning it. Instead, it was a matte black SUV, understated yet striking in its presence. The lack of flashiness only served to amplify its power and allure.

With clean, flowing lines, the vehicle exuded a raw, rugged strength that was impossible to ignore.

As the car door swung open, a man clad in black tactical gear emerged, moving with a fluidity that spoke of discipline and training. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his buzz cut accentuating his chiseled features. His eyes were sharp and piercing, like those of a hawk scanning for prey.

He strode around the front of the vehicle, each step deliberate and purposeful, radiating an aura of authority and control.

“Boss!” he called out as he reached Helen, standing before her with a posture that was straight as a rod. He snapped off a salute with precision, the kind that conveyed deep loyalty and unwavering respect.

Helen remained impassive, her expression betraying nothing. She acknowledged him with a subtle nod.

The man immediately stepped aside, respectfully opening the back door for her.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Helen lifted her foot and stepped into the car, not once glancing back at the Morgans. There was no flicker of nostalgia, no lingering look over her shoulder as she entered the vehicle.

The door shut behind her with a definitive thud, sealing her off from the outside world in an instant.

The man slid into the driver’s seat and ignited the engine.

The oversized tires gripped the pavement with authority.

With a whoosh that echoed like a predator cutting through the wind, the SUV surged forward, powerful and relentless.

Back in the study, Lydia rushed to the window, but all she could catch was a fleeting glimpse of the buzz-cut man helping Helen into the car.

Even from a distance, she could sense the intimidating energy radiating off him, a palpable aura of danger that sent shivers down her spine.

The moment he settled into the vehicle, he seemed to sense Lydia’s gaze, abruptly lifting his head to meet her eyes.

That look…

It hit Lydia like a snake coiling around her throat, cutting off her breath and leaving her gasping.

Her complexion drained of color, cold sweat trickled down her back. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor, right there by the window.

“Lydia, what’s wrong?!” Sienna exclaimed, rushing over to help her.

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