Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 63

Sensing the girl beside him grow quiet and somber, George frowned. His left hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, his fingertips probing the unhealed wound in his palm.

Was she sad about not seeing Joshua?

Should he not have stopped him from coming?

The handsome man tore his gaze away from the court, looking down at the string of gold prayer beads on his wrist, then at the bandage she had personally placed on the back of his hand.

Stella was so good to him. What right did he have to keep her from the person she liked?

He was despicable.

His throat tightened. He pressed his fingers deeper into the wound, the sharp pain a welcome anchor, keeping him grounded. If she knew what he’d done, she would be horrified. She would never speak to him again.

His sleep disorder wasn’t some magic shield or an excuse. In his heart, he didn’t even want her to have it. He wanted his Stella to be forever free, untethered by any affliction.

But he was, at his core, a dark and twisted person. He couldn’t bring himself to let this opportunity go. It had already given him so much.

Taking a deep breath, George spoke her name. “Marguerite.”

She turned at the sound of her voice. “Hmm?”

Keeping his tone steady and his expression composed, he said, “Something urgent came up at the office. I have to go.”

Marguerite nodded. “Okay. Drive safe.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her attention back to the basketball court, where the game was now a fiery, fast-paced battle.

George didn’t want to look away from her for even a second, but he forced himself to stand and walk away. Tall and lean in a white sweatshirt, his figure drew the attention of many in the crowd, even pulling their focus from the game. But his cool demeanor and the sharp, unapproachable aura he projected kept anyone from daring to approach him.

“He looks so familiar, kind of like Mr. Spencer.”

“No way. Why would Mr. Spencer come to a high school basketball game? Usually, the school board rolls out the red carpet for him.”

“The way he’s dressed… the vibe doesn’t seem right.”

[Leave him.]

The abrupt termination of his task was unexpected, but he didn’t question it. Following his prime directive—never cause trouble for the boss—he forced a grin. “Hey! I was just kidding! You guys actually took me seriously? Well, since he’s fine, I’ll be on my way.”

He turned and left without a moment’s hesitation, leaving the doctor and Joshua staring at each other.

“What the hell! Fucking lunatic,” Joshua muttered.

So much time had passed; he didn’t even know if the game was still on. He rushed out of the hospital and quickly sent a message to Joseph.

[Is the basketball game over?]

No reply.

Joshua hailed a rideshare and headed for Pinecrest High.