Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 104

Aaron nodded, his long bangs shifting with the movement. “Okay.”

The learning environment at Westside High was terrible. Marguerite wanted to transfer him, but she decided to let him rest for the night and bring it up later. After giving him a few more instructions, she left the hospital.

It was already ten o’clock by the time Nancy dropped Marguerite off at the villa.

In the car, Marguerite took out her phone. “Let me add you on WhatsApp.”

“Okay!” Nancy said, delighted.

After adding her, Marguerite transferred five thousand dollars. “This is for all your hard work these past two days. A little bonus for you.”

Nancy’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “No, no, you don’t have to! It’s my job. I’m Mr. Scott’s secretary,” she said, even as her hand refused to tap the “return” button. Her hand, it seemed, had a mind of its own. Not that she could blame it. Five thousand dollars was almost half a month’s salary.

Marguerite was typing a message to George. [I’m back. Can you open the gate?]

She looked up at Nancy. “I couldn’t have found Aaron so quickly without you leading the way. You deserve this.” The girl’s expression was sincere, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

Nancy felt herself melting. “In that case, I’ll accept it. Thank you, Marguerite!”

The villa’s gate swung open from the inside, revealing a tall, handsome man. He was dressed in another white suit, the silver frames of his glasses catching the light from the entrance.

Nancy’s eyes widened again. “Is that… am I seeing things? Is that Mr. Spencer?”

Theobald wouldn’t have shared the details of Marguerite’s situation with a regular secretary, so it was natural that Nancy didn’t know she was staying at George’s house.

Joshua had been with her all day. He hadn't had the right to be there. But tonight, he had to do something.

The girl’s shadow stretched long under the dim garden lights. She walked with her head held high, as always, but if you looked closely, you could see it was slightly bowed.

“Marguerite.”

Just as she was about to enter the living room, George called out to her.

She turned, forcing a smile. “What’s wrong?”

“A friend gave me a bottle of red wine today. Would you like a glass?” he asked.