Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 6

One hundred thousand dollars! She could do so much with that. Buy gold, for instance!

She took a deep breath.

“There's no cure for a heart like his.” Marguerite said with a strained smile as they left the restaurant.

“What does that mean?” Theobald asked, confused.

Wanting to spare him some dignity in front of his assistant, Marguerite didn’t elaborate and just strode ahead.

She should have just borrowed money from the security guard to buy that Septwolves gear.

Theobald turned to Anna. “What did she mean?”

The ever-capable Anna rubbed her nose. “I’m not entirely sure, but there’s this cartoon character who’s a total simp for the prettiest girl, and she completely ignores him for the main hero.”

Theobald’s brow furrowed. “So?”

Anna smiled. “So, I think she was calling you a simp.”

Without daring to look at Theobald’s face, she hurried after Marguerite. “Maggie, wait for me!”

Theobald stood there, speechless.

This was a huge misunderstanding. How could he possibly be a simp?

Operating on the principle that if she didn't spend her idiot brother’s money, the heroine would, Marguerite went on a shopping spree.

First, she bought the latest, most expensive phone.

Then, she hit every luxury brand in the mall.

By the time all three of them were laden with shopping bags, Marguerite’s mood had finally improved.

She had no idea that the paparazzi Hannah had called was just about to leave when he spotted Theobald shopping with another woman. His interest was immediately piqued.

His camera shutter clicked relentlessly.

Theobald Scott was a hot topic online—handsome, rich, and ruthless, with his signature rosary beads earning him the nickname “the Northpine Wraith.” His recent rumored romance with the rising starlet Hannah Carter had generated massive traffic. Countless fans were shipping them.

He was supposed to be here today to give those fans some sweet content.

But any seasoned paparazzo knows that scandal sells better than sugar.

#Northpine Wraith Dumps Starlet for New Mystery Woman. Now that was a headline that would break the internet.

“They don’t say. The paparazzi couldn't get a clear shot of her face, but from her profile and back, you can tell she's a stunner.”

George Spencer held his glasses in one hand and casually glanced at Kim’s phone.

The photo showed three people. The tall, imposing figure of Theobald, his hand with the rosary beads laden with five shopping bags. Next to him stood his executive assistant, equally tall and coolly elegant, also carrying several bags.

But George’s gaze locked instantly on the girl between them, visible only in profile.

Her long hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her delicate profile was as perfect as a porcelain doll’s.

Though there were no distinct features to identify her by, in that single glance, the world around him seemed to vanish.

His breath caught in his chest, and the only sound he could hear was the deafening roar of his own heartbeat.

Suddenly, the phone was snatched from Kim’s hand.

He blinked, turning to look at his boss.

The next second, his eyes widened in shock.

He had never, ever seen his serene, untouchable boss wear an expression of such crazed, clinging obsession.