Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 34

**TITLE: Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**
**Chapter 34: You’re an Eyesore**

A heavy silence enveloped the room, thick with tension as if the very air had turned to lead.

Here stood a man of unparalleled stature, a titan among Veridia’s elite!

Forget about the Morgans or the Griffins—none could hold a candle to this man. Even Josh’s formidable family, notorious for their antics, had no choice but to bow before him!

“Mr. Garcia, what brings you here?” Sean inquired, his disheveled appearance momentarily forgotten as he hastily shoved Blondie aside.

If word got out among their circle that Timothy had graced his gathering with his presence, it would catapult the Griffins into a new echelon of power!

Sean’s dark eyes sparkled with excitement, and he found himself resonating with Derek’s earlier sentiments.

Lydia was indeed a fortuitous star.

The moment she returned, the Walcotts had eagerly sought a partnership with the Morgans.

And now, the opportunity to connect with Timothy lay before him.

Abandoning his usual icy CEO persona, he seized a glass from a nearby table and approached Timothy with an unexpected eagerness. “Mr. Garcia, my sincerest apologies. The Griffins and Morgans were preoccupied with private matters and inadvertently disturbed you. Which room are you in? Allow me to send a few bottles over as a token of my regret.”

With both hands, he extended the glass toward Timothy, his pride as a commanding CEO momentarily set aside in favor of humility.

Yet Timothy didn’t even spare him a glance. His captivating eyes drifted lazily over to the cool, aloof girl standing in the center of the room.

A smirk played at the corners of his lips as he shifted his focus, striding purposefully toward Helen.

Sean’s ingratiating smile froze, his chest swelling with a mix of anxiety and embarrassment.

He gripped the glass tightly, his brow knitting together in frustration as he turned to watch Timothy’s nonchalant entrance into the room.

As Timothy passed by Derek, who stood like a statue, he didn’t bother to acknowledge him. Instead, he casually tapped Derek’s shoulder with the hand that held his cigarette.

Ash flurried down, landing on Derek’s expensive attire.

“Move.”

Timothy’s voice retained that lazy drawl, imbued with a hint of rasp, as if he had just awakened from a deep slumber, yet it carried an undeniable weight. “Trash shouldn’t block the way.”

Derek, known for his fiery temper, felt his face flush a deep crimson at such public humiliation. Yet, the fear of Timothy’s disdain silenced him, and he stepped back obediently.

The moment Timothy entered, Lydia’s eyes sparkled like stars igniting in the night sky.

Having returned to the Morgans, she had meticulously absorbed every detail about the high society elite, hearing Timothy’s name echo through conversations with her parents, brothers, and even Sean.

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