Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 38

**TITLE: Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**
**Chapter 38: Just Call Me Timothy**

Timothy casually slipped one hand into the pocket of his tailored trousers, his footsteps leisurely trailing behind Helen. He exuded an air of nonchalance, as if the world around him moved at a different pace.

Helen glanced up, her eyes drawn to his strikingly handsome features, which seemed to have been sculpted by the hands of a master artist. There was something in the way he regarded her—a depth that was both intriguing and unsettling.

She found herself disliking the sensation it stirred within her, a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“Weren’t you in a hurry to get home and fix something?” she asked, attempting to mask her unease.

Timothy’s lips curved into a playful smile, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his dark eyes. “Take my car. I’m fast enough.”

For a fleeting moment, Helen hesitated, her mind racing. “Let’s go,” she finally replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Timothy’s satisfaction was palpable as he strode forward, his long legs effortlessly matching Helen’s pace. They walked side by side, a picture of ease, leaving Josh behind, his mouth agape in disbelief at their retreating forms.

What had just transpired? Timothy claimed he was fast enough? Fast? How fast could he possibly be? Three seconds fast?

The sleek Maybach glided smoothly through the streets, the interior enveloped in a serene silence. Timothy’s hand rested lightly on the steering wheel, his posture relaxed, exuding an air of confidence. He focused on the road ahead, but his gaze would occasionally flicker to Helen, taking in the delicate features of her profile, the tension etched on her face not escaping his notice.

“Looks like you’ve got a challenging battle waiting for you at home,” he remarked, his voice low and inviting, breaking the stillness of the car. “Why don’t you rest a little during the drive? You can repay the favor another time.”

Helen turned her head slightly, her bright, clear eyes meeting his for a brief moment before she acknowledged him with a soft sound.

There was something soothing about his voice, a quality that seemed to dissolve some of the tension coiling within her.

Surprisingly, rather than feeling invaded by his perceptiveness, she found comfort in it. The faint, elegant scent of cedar wafting through the car offered a sense of calm reassurance, wrapping around her like a warm blanket.

She closed her eyes, letting her long black lashes brush against her cheeks.

Yet her mind raced with thoughts, processing information at lightning speed like a finely-tuned supercomputer. The intricacies of Project Genesis flashed through her mind—potential attack vectors, crashed node data streams, and a multitude of calculations continuously reorganizing.

The journey unfolded in silence, each passing moment filled with unspoken thoughts.

As the car approached the Walcotts’ estate, it glided through the gates without a hitch, the grandeur of the place looming ahead.

Helen opened her eyes, the sharp, cold light reflecting in her bright gaze as she mentally shifted gears.

Unbuckling her seat belt, she pushed the door open and stepped out, her demeanor cool yet polite. “Thank you, Mr. Garcia,” she said, her voice steady.

Timothy rested his hand on the car window, a playful smile dancing on his lips as he corrected her, “Timothy.”

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