Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 173

Wasn’t she supposed to be dead, drowned in the river after a car crash?

Their families weren’t on good terms, so she shouldn’t have such a vivid memory of Marguerite. But when she was little, she had gone to the company with her father and, not knowing any better, had torn up some important documents. An executive had scolded her. Humiliated, she had thrown a tantrum, demanding her father fire him.

Then, a girl had walked in and slapped her across the face. “Stop crying,” she had said.

She would never forget that slap. No one had ever hit her before. She was only five years old. Did that girl have any idea how much damage that slap had done to her fragile young heart?

Her father had been standing right there. But all he had said was, “Marguerite, if you hit her, you can’t hit me, okay?”

After that, she never went to the company again. Later, when Marguerite died, she had been happy, and so had her father. Not long after, her father became the company’s CEO. But his poor management skills forced him to ask Theobald to take over again. And then Theobald had sent her father to jail.

They were all horrible people. Every single one of them.

Thankfully, her father was out now.

She took out her phone and called him. He answered quickly. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Is the cafeteria food bad again? Do you want me to send something from home?”

“Dad!” Judy shrieked. “It’s bad! Marguerite has come back from the dead!”

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The school day passed quickly. Because Aaron’s academic foundation was so weak, they had requested permission from the homeroom teacher for him to skip evening self-study sessions to get extra tutoring at home. So, after the last class, Marguerite took the chauffeur’s car home alone. Theobald had offered to drive her himself, but she had refused. His time was better spent making money.

The weather was fickle. The day had been sunny, but by evening, the sky had turned overcast. A storm was brewing.

As she got out of the car at the villa gate, she was about to message George when a familiar voice she had no desire to hear called out.

“Marguerite, I really love you. I promise I’ll never have another scandal again. I’ll keep my distance from all other women. Let’s get back together, okay?”

Marguerite shook her head. “That’s impossible.”

Suddenly, Joshua shoved both the umbrella and the snack into her hands. Like a madman, he stumbled backward and, with a thud, fell to his knees in the downpour.

“Marguerite! Get back together with me! If you don’t, I’ll kneel here all night!”

Not many people lived in this villa complex.

The moment the car’s headlights appeared and he knew it was about time for Marguerite to be home from school, George had been waiting in the garden. When the drizzle started, he had hurried back inside to get an umbrella. Hearing a commotion outside as the rain grew heavier, and thinking Marguerite might not have an umbrella, he didn't wait for her to message him.

Carrying an umbrella, he walked quickly toward the villa gate. As he opened it, he saw Marguerite in the pouring rain, walking toward a kneeling Joshua.