Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 11

Theobald saw the look on Marguerite’s face and his heart sank.

She was rarely serious, but when she was, it was terrifying.

He fiddled with the rosary beads on his right wrist. “You know about me and Hannah?”

Marguerite rolled her eyes. “We live in the digital age. Is it that hard to find out? I scroll through Tik Tok and seven out of ten videos are about you and Hannah. The other three are about her and Joshua.”

Theobald marveled at his sister’s ability to adapt. That’s my sister, alright.

Then he said, “Hannah and Joshua are just a publicity stunt. Joshua forced her into it. It’s not real.”

Marguerite’s eyes widened. “Is that what she told you?”

No wonder her idiot brother was willing to be such a simp.

Theobald nodded, his voice firm. “Yes. Joshua is a womanizer with no morals.”

Marguerite tilted her head. “And you don't think it's possible they were actually together?”

“Impossible,” Theobald said, his tone resolute. “Don’t listen to the gossip accounts.”

Marguerite knew her brother. Once he made up his mind about something, words could rarely sway him.

She smiled faintly. “Alright. Well, so much for being his top priority.”

Theobald frowned. “What does that mean?”

Marguerite took a sip of milk. “Nothing. Anyway, from now on, you can’t have any more meltdowns like yesterday. Shutting down the entire mall—have you even considered the financial and reputational damage?”

Theobald took Marguerite’s words as law; it was ingrained in his very being.

“I know. It won’t happen again.”

Marguerite tapped her fingers on the table. “Did Hannah message you last night?”

“She did,” Theobald confirmed.

Hannah had probably intended to use the photos to provoke Joshua.

Marguerite’s long, curly lashes cast a soft shadow on her cheeks as she tapped the table again.

Yesterday’s plan failed. Which meant she would probably try again.

Marguerite put down the phone. “Do you like Hannah a lot?”

Theobald thought for a moment. “Yes. I met her at a business dinner. She’s a pure, self-reliant woman.”

“And what makes you think she’s a pure, self-reliant woman?” Marguerite pressed.

Theobald recalled the memory. “At that dinner, everyone was trying to flatter me, toasting me. She was the only one who didn’t. It showed she doesn’t like taking shortcuts.”

Marguerite understood. A classic, textbook way to capture a CEO’s attention.

“After reading your chats, I agree, she seems like a nice girl. Looks like the news last night upset her. You should book a restaurant tonight and apologize properly.”