Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 90

Marguerite sidestepped his hand. “I really don’t have time for your drama. Goodbye.”

The beautiful girl turned to leave, her hair swirling and releasing a faint, sweet scent.

Joshua leaned in, his voice low and urgent. “Marguerite! I know you time-traveled!”

Her steps faltered. She turned back, her eyes filled with a deep, probing curiosity. Who had blabbed? No, that was impossible. The few people who knew her secret had no connection to Joshua. He must have figured it out on his own. The male lead of a novel couldn’t be an idiot.

“So what?” she challenged.

The question caught Joshua off guard. Right, so what? It wasn’t like he could turn her over to some government agency for study.

He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. “Marguerite, what I mean is… we never broke up.”

“Let’s break up, then,” she said.

Joshua was speechless. He hadn’t expected her to be so blunt, though in hindsight, it made perfect sense. After all the scandals he’d been involved in, a proud woman like Marguerite would never accept him back.

“Marguerite, don’t be like this. As soon as I knew you were back, I skipped two days of filming just to find you. I…”

“Stop, stop right there,” Marguerite interrupted. “You not showing up to work is a reflection of your own irresponsibility and lack of professional ethics. It has absolutely nothing to do with me.”

Nancy stifled a laugh. She had half-expected Marguerite to be moved, but instead, she was as clear-headed as if she’d just taken a cold shower.

The slum entrance was a high-traffic area, and by now, several people had recognized Joshua. He had made a conspicuous entrance, without sunglasses or a mask. Phones were already out, recording him. He wasn’t as irritable as he had been the day his car was hit; in fact, he was holding his chin high, trying to show off his sharp jawline.

Back in his car, he sent another message to the private investigator.

[Get me Marguerite’s phone number.]

The reply came swiftly: [Fifty thousand.]

Joshua scowled at the exorbitant price, but he had no choice. He had to be able to contact her. He’d already spent a hundred thousand just tracking her down; he was sparing no expense for her.

After transferring the money, a message from his younger brother, Joseph, popped up.

[Bro, did you go see that girl? What did you say to her? She hasn't messaged me in two days!]