Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 31

Suddenly, headlights snapped on, making the two brothers flinch. They glanced awkwardly at the man standing by the car, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit.

“Nice ride you’ve got there. Mind if I take a seat inside?” John asked, his tone cocky and insolent.

William, every inch the business professional—sleek suit, composed expression—barely spared him a glance. “Sorry. No can do.”

With that, William got in, shut the door, and ignored them.

John slouched against the window, putting on a pitiful act. “Come on, let me just take a quick photo.”

William didn’t even acknowledge him, starting the engine, ready to leave.

But the brothers refused to move aside.

“If you two don’t want to lose everything you own, I suggest you step away,” William said coldly, pushing up his half-rimmed glasses with an air of icy authority.

Seeing no other choice, the brothers reluctantly shuffled aside.

“Look at him, acting all high and mighty. Probably just a chauffeur for some big-shot boss,” John muttered, scowling. “What’s he got to brag about?”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s some rich woman’s boy toy, like that guy at Yvonne’s place. Bet he’s just a driver,” John scoffed.

His brother nodded in agreement. “Yeah, dressed up like that, he probably is.”

Their jealousy was almost comical—classic sour grapes.

Halfway down the road in their beat-up sedan, they were overtaken by William.

Marico naturally got out to switch cars.

Yvonne hadn’t expected to be personally greeted by the company’s second-in-command; she’d hoped to avoid running into any bigwigs. The sudden change left her flustered and completely off guard.

If she could have vanished beneath the car, she would have. But William, ever the gentleman, waited by the door.

Head down, Yvonne climbed out, silently praying that someone as important as him wouldn’t remember a minor employee like her. It’ll be fine, she told herself. He won’t remember me.

Even as she slid into the passenger seat of her own CEO’s car, she kept repeating that mantra.

When they arrived, the house was ablaze with light, and a crew of workers was busy moving things inside.

Yvonne quickly fished out a mask and put it on.

Marico unbuckled his seatbelt and, seeing her act like a nervous burglar, frowned slightly. “What, were you a cat burglar in a past life?”

“I just think it’s better to keep a low profile.”

With so many people around, she couldn’t help feeling uneasy.

“Maybe I’ll just wait until everyone’s gone before getting out. Okay?” Yvonne clutched her seatbelt, making no move to leave.

“Suit yourself.” Marico got out, shut the door, and walked straight into the house.

Whatever he said inside seemed to work; the staff sped up, clearing out in three minutes flat.

Yvonne finally breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out.

The contrast hit her hard: from a cramped, shabby old apartment to this sprawling, lavish villa. The sense of dissonance was overwhelming.

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