Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 Ambrosia

A rush of sentimental feelings washed over Damian as he grabbed his phone and hit play on the video.

Meanwhile, Killian, who was bustling around setting up breakfast, flashed a smile and said, "This song's kinda..."

He glanced up and was met with Damian's frigid glare, which stopped him dead in his tracks.

Not exactly the best BGM.

Damian said, "Let's dig into breakfast."

He then switched off his phone, sprang to his feet, and marched towards the door with a menacing sense of urgency.

Killian shuddered.

Are we seriously going for breakfast?

Why does he look like he's gonna kill someone?

And what's with that freaky song...

As he was scratching his head in confusion, his phone buzzed. He fished it out and glanced down.

"Ethan sent me a video?"

When he opened it, the same tune that had blared on Damian's phone started echoing in the corridor.

"Shit!" Killian quickly hit the close button.

Damian halted. A thick silence filled the air. Without turning around, he simply held out his hand. "Hand it over."

Killian handed over his phone grudgingly. He was scared stiff that Damian might go ballistic and smash it on the spot. "I just got this new one," he muttered under his breath.

Luckily for Killian, Damian deleted the video without a peep and gave the phone back, then carried on walking, as cold as ice.

Killian stuffed his phone back into his pocket and trailed after Damian, his mind racing about the video.

What the hell was Ethan trying to say? Was he trying to rile up Mr. Crowley into swooping in and snatching Beatrice?

That seems a bit over the top.

If things went south, Beatrice could really get burned.

Then he remembered how, just the night before, Ethan had been all hyped up, fooling around with Theodore to add music and filters to a video. Theodore had advised, "Pick whatever music and filter fit the mood you're going for."

Good advice, but Ethan, who'd grown up in his own little world with his quirky way of thinking, took it at face value.

It wasn't that complex—Ethan just equated "mood" with "meaning".

Downstairs, Violet felt she had to step in.

If this video gets put up, what if Damian gets the wrong end of the stick? That'd be a total disaster! Beatie was already acting like a real jerk to him last night!

Ethan shook his head stubbornly. "Mr. Crowley'll be here any second. Let him have his shot."

"I can help too!" Theodore chimed in, eager for an opportunity.

But as soon as he stood up, Ethan patted Theodore's leg, sending him crashing back into his chair. "You can't go. This chance is for Mr. Crowley only. Anyone who tries to steal it from him will pay!"

Violet and Theodore exchanged raised brows, speechless.

People weren't scared of just any nutjob; they were terrified of a nutjob with clout.

Meanwhile, Desmond had forced Beatrice into a seat, and their hands were flat on the table.

Since they were hand-in-hand and couldn't go to the buffet, Desmond summoned a waiter to place an order.

The waiter taking the order eyed their clasped hands.

You two are all lovey-dovey. You don't gotta hold hands even when you're eating, right?

Beatrice propped her head on her hand, scanning the busy room.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up when she saw Violet.

She quickly shot them a look that said, "Ethan, get over here fast. Knock Desmond out quietly and haul him out! I'm counting on you!"

She couldn't stand the thought of this turning into a public show; she sure as hell didn't want to be trending on social media for arguing with Desmond!

But the trio just sat there without moving.

Violet and Theodore wore expressions of extreme distress, looking like they'd been kidnapped.

Ethan flashed a creepy, toothy grin.

Beatrice was at a loss as to what that grin meant.

Just then, a well-known, silky-smooth voice sliced through the awkward atmosphere.

"Morning," it said.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Nervously, she planted her hand in the middle of the table.

Beatrice desperately wanted to turn around and ask for help, but her pride got in the way. She still hadn't come to terms with what had happened last night, and now she was stuck in this embarrassing situation with her ex-husband.

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