Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 24

He certainly wouldn’t.

Marguerite stuffed a lettuce leaf into her mouth, followed by several large pieces of grilled pork, and chewed vigorously before answering. “I did. He said he likes women.”

Theobald was stunned. “Women? But countless socialites and heiresses in Northpine have thrown themselves at him, and he’s never shown the slightest interest.”

She wrapped a piece of sizzling beef in another lettuce leaf. “He said he hasn’t met the right one.”

Theobald flipped a slice of beef tongue on the grill. “I guess that makes sense. A titan like him would have incredibly high standards. Not many women would be his equal.” He paused. “So, what do you think of him?”

Marguerite’s brow furrowed, and she smacked him lightly on the head. “What are you getting at? You want me to go after him? Don’t be ridiculous!”

Of course, Theobald didn’t want his sister dating anyone, but Joshua was a dead end. The best way to get over one relationship was to start a new one. George was better than Joshua in every way; at the very least, he was a gentleman.

“Not go after him, exactly. Just… try to see his good qualities.” Anything to get her mind off Joshua.

“I don’t have time,” she retorted. “I’m busy trying to find Aaron, and I’m planning on redoing my senior year to get into a good university and get my education back on track.”

After eleven years, Crestview Academy certainly wouldn’t honor her old acceptance. Another year of high school didn’t bother her; it would give her time to find Aaron and set him straight.

Hearing this, Theobald’s expression grew somber. She was refusing to move on, trying to bury herself in work.

“Redoing senior year will be exhausting,” he said, placing a perfectly grilled piece of beef tongue in her bowl. “The family has everything you could ever need now. You don’t have to go back to school.”

Marguerite shook her head. “I have to. I have my own plans for my life.”

Even if this world was a novel, it was real life for the people living in it. George was already a powerhouse; could she really just sit back and be a freeloader? Her original plan was to major in finance at Crestview Academy, but now she was reconsidering. People were products of their time, and as times had changed, so too must her plans. That could wait, though. The priority was finding Aaron and figuring out which high school he attended.

She pulled out her phone and sent George a message.

[I’m back. Can you open the gate?]

It was already eleven, and she wasn’t sure if he was asleep. After a minute with no reply, she decided to call him.

The phone rang for a while before he picked up, his voice raspy. “Stella.”

The sound was deep and seductive, but Marguerite was too surprised to notice.

“How do you know my nickname?”