Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 A Hand on His Thigh

“Mr. Crowley, should we go help Ms. Lawson?”

The partition had already been raised, but Gordon, ignoring the risk of Damian reprimanding him, spoke up urgently.

Killian wasn’t as bold as Gordon, but he also voiced his agreement.

He couldn’t just watch Beatrice sitting there alone, surrounded by onlookers!

Damian lifted his eyelids and gave them both a bland, indifferent look. “Do as you please. Just don’t make it sound like I’m some villain.”

Seeing that he had no objections, Gordon turned the car around.

But before he could pull up to Beatrice, a white BMW had already driven up ahead of them.

The car stopped at the curb, and out stepped a woman dressed in a red professional suit. She wore tailored trousers paired with a black shirt, exuding a sleek and commanding presence.

She strode up to Beatrice in a hurry. “Why are you in a wheelchair? Did Desmond lose his mind and break your legs to stop you from running?”

“Your imagination is running wild.”

“As wild as you?” Violet raised a brow.

“Well, it’s working, isn’t it?” Beatrice smiled like a fox who had just pulled off a cunning trick.

Violet chuckled along and pushed the wheelchair toward her car. “I just hope it doesn’t work too well. Madeline is an unpredictable landmine.”

A shadow flickered in Beatrice’s eyes. “Even if I don’t provoke her, even after we took down the Fairfax family and sent her to prison, as long as she’s alive, she’ll still find a way to manipulate people and stir up trouble. So, why not make use of her?

“The man I don’t want is the one she’s desperately fighting for. Isn’t that just another way of bringing things full circle?”

Violet was speechless.

What kind of ‘full circle‘ logic is this?

She helped Beatrice into the car, stored the wheelchair in the trunk, and drove off from the airport.

Meanwhile, the Bentley behind them also began to move.

Gordon, watching the scene unfold, was puzzled. “Did Ms. Lawson anticipate that Desmond would leave her behind and arrange for her friend to pick her up in advance?”

Chapter 47 A Hand on His Thigh

Killian mused, “Must be a coincidence.”

There was no way she could have predicted Madeline would show up at the airport and cause a scene.

“Or maybe… she never planned on going home with Desmond in the first place and had already called her friend.”

Gordon nodded. “That makes sense.”

Both of them exchanged glances in the mirror–not just to avoid annoying Damian, but also to see if he had any thoughts on the maller.

Damian had his eyes closed, looking thoroughly disinterested.

黃營營營料

The two cars drove in the same direction for half the journey.

They passed five red lights and made three turns before reaching the city.

That was when Violet realized that the Bentley had been following them the entire time.

Beatrice had dozed off after getting into the car, exhausted from the earlier performance at the airport.

Violet, growing cautious, kept checking the rearview mirror.

Another ten minutes passed.

Chapter 47 A Hand on His Thigh

They were approaching the neighborhood entrance, yet the Bentley was still following.

4/8

If it weren’t for the fact that it was a high–end Bentley Mulsanne, she would have suspected they were hitmen sent by Madeline to silence them.

Assassins probably couldn’t afford that kind of car.

When she turned into the residential complex, she was horrified to find that the Bentley followed them in.

“Beatie, wake up!” Violet shook her.

“Hmm? We’re here?” Beatrice yawned, then rolled down the window and scanned her face at the security gate.

The barrier lifted.

As Violet drove inside, she fretted, “That car has been following us this whole time… Wait, how did they get in? Do they live here too?”

“What?” Beatrice, now more alert, glanced back.

Weren’t they supposed to be ahead? Why are they behind me now?

Violet panicked. “Should we turn around and leave?”

“No need. That’s my new boss‘ car.

“Your new boss?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll explain later.”

Violet was bewildered.

But the moment she saw the man stepping out of the Bentley, her confusion turned into a full–blown shriek.

She vividly remembered the charity gala when this man stormed into the venue and stood up for Beatrice, stunning everyone present.

The footage from that night was still circulating among the upper–class circles.

She had initially thought Beatrice was just incredibly lucky to have such a powerful figure intervene on her behalf.

At this point, she began to feel that things might not be so simple.

Beatrice rolled her eyes at Violet’s suspicious gaze. “Calm down. He’s just my boss.”

Violet stole another glance at the breathtakingly handsome man. “Just your boss?”

Beatrice shot her a glare.

Meanwhile, both groups had exited their cars.

Chapter 47 A Hand on His Thigh

6/8

Violet was busy retrieving the wheelchair and helping Beatrice out, so she lagged.

When they got to the entrance, everyone else was already inside.

Gordon saw them and held the door with a friendly smile.

And Damian was already in the elevator.

There were three other elevators, but Beatrice hesitated.

Switching felt like avoiding her boss, and that didn’t seem right.

As she and Violet debated whether to get in or wait, Gordon helpfully wheeled the chair inside.

As soon as he stepped aside, Beatrice found herself face–to-face with a pair of long legs in perfectly tailored gray trousers.

There was only one person with legs that perfect–her new boss.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify