Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 139

So, Spencer must have made the first move.

That, at least, was a reason to be pleased. It would make Joshua’s story all the more convincing.

Still, a bitter taste filled Theobald’s mouth.

He wasn’t even good enough to be her driver anymore.

“Is something wrong, Mr. Scott?” Anna asked.

Theobald had no reason to hide things from Anna. “Maggie said I don’t need to pick her up. Mr. Spencer is giving her a ride since it’s on his way.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Anna’s cool eyes. After a moment’s hesitation, she asked, “Mr. Spencer has feelings for Maggie, doesn’t he?”

“You see it too?” Theobald replied.

Anna nodded. “I suspected it when Mr. Spencer started coming out to greet Maggie personally whenever she returned to the villa. Does Maggie know?”

She already knew that Maggie didn’t like Joshua. She was the one who had helped the boss draft his self-criticism letter, after all. She had carefully analyzed Marguerite’s mindset at the time and concluded that, having finally graduated from high school, she was probably just having a bit of fun with a boy to unwind. It was ironic that an outside observer might think she was head-over-heels in love.

Theobald’s fingers gently traced his rosary beads as he shook his head. “Maggie is rather oblivious when it comes to romance. She’s confident, but not narcissistic. Unless someone spells it out for her, she’d never consider that possibility.”

Anna touched the gold bracelet on her wrist. “She doesn't have a one-track mind when it comes to relationships. Besides, she’s never been short on love.”

People who grew up surrounded by affection have a certain inner fullness; they don’t constantly seek validation from others. It’s only those who are starved for love who dissect every small kindness, desperately searching for proof that they are cherished. Plenty of people adored Marguerite and treated her well. In fact, someone treating her poorly was more likely to catch her attention—though, then again, she probably wouldn’t even give such a person the time of day.

A thought suddenly struck Anna.

"Could Mr. Spencer have had a crush on Maggie this whole time? Was being her rival just his way of getting her attention?"

A girl like Marguerite—the queen bee of the school, the top student, constantly surrounded by admirers—would only remember a handful of people. She had even mentioned once that before Mr. Spencer transferred to Pinecrest High, she had been untouchable in first place. Then he arrived, and his grades were always nipping at her heels, forcing her to pay attention to him.

“That’ll be sixty-seven dollars,” the cashier said.

Just as Aaron pulled out his phone to pay, Joshua scanned the code first. “It’s on me, Aaron.”

Aaron’s brow furrowed. “I don’t need it.”

“Don’t be like that, Aaron,” Joshua said smoothly. “Just think of me as an older brother.”

With that, he walked away, hands in his pockets, striking a pose he clearly thought was cool.

Aaron stared after him. “What fresh hell is this?”

He quickly strode forward and shoved the bag of fruit into Joshua’s hands, his expression cold. “You bought it, you can eat it.” He wasn’t about to be bribed.

Turning to go back and buy more fruit, he saw a figure in white getting out of a nearby car. His expression immediately brightened. “Mr. Spencer!”