Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 100

She ran so fast that, by the time she rounded the corner, Marico had already lost sight of her.

Yvonne didn’t dare breathe until she was sure she’d shaken off the man tailing her. Only then did she finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Blending into the crowd of guests, she knew her face mask made her stand out more than she’d like, but she kept her wits about her. Slipping down two floors, she exited and took a different elevator, careful not to draw attention.

In the underground parking garage, Yvonne unlocked her car. She wasn’t driving herself tonight—Nydia was behind the wheel instead.

“Yvonne, you look awful. Are you feeling okay?” Nydia glanced over from the driver’s seat, concern all over her face.

“I’m fine. Just tired, that’s all,” Yvonne replied, brushing it off with a weak excuse.

Truth was, she was exhausted from her period and the evening’s scares had left her completely drained.

“It really was a long night, but hey—we survived, and we made a pretty penny while we were at it!” Nydia was still buzzing with excitement, grinning from ear to ear.

Yvonne couldn’t quite share her enthusiasm.

She checked her phone—several missed calls from Marico. Just seeing his name on the screen made her anxious, a heavy weight settling in her chest.

The cake she’d ordered for home had already been delivered. She’d even looked up some ideas for a birthday setup online, but now she worried that Marico would only be more upset if he saw it.

She sighed, her small face bewildered and lost. If only she could fast-forward through today, skip straight to tomorrow, and leave all this mess behind.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been sighing non-stop,” Nydia asked, glancing over. “Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?”

“Not exactly. But I think I upset him,” Yvonne admitted softly, her words laced with unease.

Nydia’s brow furrowed at once. “He’s lucky to have someone like you. If he dares give you grief, just call him here—we’ll sort him out. Teach him how to be a decent boyfriend!”

She threw herself into her best-friend role, already plotting strategies on Yvonne’s behalf.

But Yvonne just shook her head, gazing out the window. The usual sparkle in her clear eyes had vanished.

“It’s fine. I can handle it,” she murmured. She’d already decided on her plan: get drunk, go home, sleep through the night, and maybe this whole mess would just blow over.

“Why not invite him out? We could all grab a late-night bite together.”

“No need. My phone’s about to die, and I forgot my charger,” Yvonne said as she reached into her bag and, without hesitation, powered her phone off.

“I’m sorry, the number you’ve dialed is currently unavailable…” The cold, robotic voice on the other end of the line made Marico’s expression darken.

She sounded absolutely determined.

She found Yvonne’s phone and turned it back on.

“It still has half a charge!” Nydia muttered, unlocking it with Yvonne’s fingerprint.

She scrolled through the contacts—no nicknames like “Boyfriend” or “My Love.” But there it was: one contact labeled “The Big Shot You Don’t Mess With,” and several missed calls from him.

“‘The Big Shot You Don’t Mess With’—Yvonne, what kind of trouble magnet did you find?” Nydia muttered to the sleeping Yvonne.

Yvonne murmured something, but didn’t answer.

Without hesitation, Nydia dialed the number and put the call on speaker, ready to unleash her anger.

Marico picked up on the first ring, his voice icy and commanding. “So you finally decided to turn your phone back on?”

The frosty authority in his voice made Nydia’s anger falter. Grace and the others felt a chill as well—the man’s presence was overwhelming, even over the phone. And somehow… oddly familiar?

“Are you… Yvonne’s boyfriend?” Nydia stammered, suddenly unsure.