Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 175

In a place like the entertainment industry, scandals were inevitable. As the girl walked toward him, step by step, his heart pounded faster and faster. Dressed in her school uniform, she looked just like the radiant, spirited girl he had first seen on the stage during their freshman orientation. The black umbrella had a black handle, and held in her fair, delicate hand, it created a striking visual contrast.

She was getting closer.

A smirk involuntarily formed on Joshua’s lips.

Then he heard her say, looking down at him, “Mr. Sprinkler, here’s your snack. Eat it when you get tired of kneeling.”

Joshua was speechless.

Then, he was beyond speechless.

He couldn't believe what he had just heard. His mouth fell open as he looked up at her. “Huh?”

Marguerite looked at Joshua, completely soaked, his thinning, limp hair plastered to his head, and felt her vision go dark. Did he think this was some kind of skit? Not even a gold miner could dig up a nugget this dense.

The girl’s pleasant voice, mixed with the sound of the wind and rain, reached George’s ears. A thrill of excitement shot through him, his fingers going numb. His breathing quickened, and his chest rose and fell behind the cover of the gate.

Stella hadn’t forgiven him. She hadn’t!

Marguerite bent down and placed the snack bag in front of Joshua. Raindrops pattered against the plastic.

Still in shock, Joshua’s mouth remained open, and a raindrop fell in. He tried to speak, but with a gulp, he swallowed the rainwater first.

Marguerite was speechless again. Her vision went dark for a second time. “Are you here for the all-you-can-eat buffet?”

The thought that this stain on her reputation would follow her for the rest of her life made her want to go find a block of tofu to bang her head against.

Joshua’s smile twitched violently. Pretending nothing had happened, he maintained his deeply affectionate tone. “Marguerite, I’ll kneel here until you agree to get back together with me.”

Marguerite rolled her eyes at him. “You can kneel for as long as you want.” She had made herself perfectly clear. Did he really think he could guilt-trip her? Well, tough luck. She didn't have any morals to be manipulated. Or rather, her moral compass was extremely flexible. For instance, right now, she should return both the snack and the umbrella to him, but the umbrella would have to wait a bit. She had no intention of catching a cold.

Marguerite was speechless.

Oh my God!

When did he get here? Not that it mattered. No matter when he arrived, he was close enough to have seen Joshua’s humiliating performance.

Marguerite forced a smile that was more bitter than a week-old lemon. Some people might look alive, but they were already dead inside.

George had come out from behind the gate the moment he heard Marguerite’s rejection. His long legs had carried him through the rain without a moment’s hesitation.

Now, their eyes met. The black and white umbrellas touched. The radiant girl in the school uniform had a look of pure embarrassment in her clear, bright eyes. But then, her eyes curved into a smile.

She dropped the black umbrella, and the white one immediately moved to cover her head, shielding her from the rain. The girl took a step closer to the handsome man, and the white umbrella adjusted to cover them both.

Looking up at him, she said, “Let’s go, George. Let’s go home.”