Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5 He Looks Familiar

Beatrice picked up the chess pieces and put them back in the box.

In Gomoku, one move could seal the deal, but Madeline just couldn’t admit defeat.

To save her pride, she bent the rules.

“You reached five in a row first. But, so what? I also got five in a row. I won, too!”

Then she made another move in the board.

Amusement, mixed with disbelief, was on Beatrice’s face when she looked at Madeline as if she was nothing more than a fool.

After a moment, she replied, “So, by your logic, I should keep playing too, right?”

With that, she smoothly moved a piece and called another check.

In the next few minutes, Beatrice moved almost every piece, leaving Madeline with no escape.

Madeline’s face turned an alarming shade of blue as she yelled for a rematch.

They played a few more rounds.

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Sometimes, Beatrice intentionally led her into her traps while other times, she ended the match swiftly in just a few moves.

Madeline could tell that Beatrice was messing with her.

Eventually, Madeline burst into tears.

“Enough!”

Desmond snatched the chess box from Beatrice’s hand, his expression dark and menacing.

Knowing Desmond had her back, Madeline immediately threw herself into his arms, crying out loud as if Beatrice had been bullying her.

Desmond comforted her in a soothing voice.

Autumn also joined in the commotion, chiding Beatrice, “It’s just a game. Do you have to take it so seriously? You’re so petty!”

Beatrice paid them no heed.

She fixed her gaze on Desmond’s face, feeling like she didn’t know him anymore.

He had been so wonderful and marvelous to her before, but now, he was nothing but a cheater.

Beatrice decided to let him be. After all, they would be officially divorced in twenty days.

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She then tossed the pieces on the board, stood up, and left.

A few drops of blood fell onto the board as she tossed the pieces. Only once she stepped outside did she notice her fingers felt cold.

Glancing down, she noticed her palm was bleeding. She must have dug her nails in too hard earlier.

“Beatrice!”

Desmond called out to her, his voice betraying a rare trace of nerv

nervousness.

He got up, ready to go after her, but Madeline wrapped herself around his waist, sobbing even harder.

Beatrice walked out of Belmont Manor.

On her way home, Desmond kept calling her, but she didn’t even think twice before blocking his number.

Then she shot a message to Autumn: “Give me 150 million dollars! Not a penny less, or I’ll make you pay!”

Autumn almost fainted from fury when she read it.

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While Beatrice was driving, il started raining.

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The drizzle fell gently, and her thoughts drifted just as softly.

Suddenly, a yellow motorcycle zipped by.

Startled, she slammed on the brakes.

With a deafening bang, a huge jolt hit from behind, and her head slammed into the steering wheel.

Pain shot through her forehead.

She looked up, her vision turning blood–red. Quickly, she grabbed a tissue to wipe the blood from her eyes.

She’d been rear–ended, and that yellow motorcycle had disappeared without a trace.

Someone knocked on her car door.

And Beatrice rolled down the window.

Outside stood a man nearing fifty.

With his glasses on, he looked kind and gentle.

Holding a black umbrella, he said apologetically, “Hi, Miss. Sorry for rear–ending your car. We’ll be responsible for it. Well, my boss is in a hurry right now. Could we exchange contact information? You can list the damages, and we will surely compensate you.”

“Let’s just let the police handle it,” Beatrice answered a bit

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She had been in a bad mood long way back. Now that she was shocked twice, her anger was about to explode.

She pushed open the car door, got out, and walked to the back.

There, she saw the rear of her car dented by the Bentley behind her. Frowning, she took photos of it and then called the police.

Seeing her resolve, the man returned to his car and reported to his boss, “Mr. Crowley, the lady refuses a private settlement. What do you think?”

It was raining heavier at that moment.

The windshield wipers swept away the rain from the glass, only for new droplets to quickly form.

Sitting in the backseat, the gentleman peeked at the woman outside.

She was pressing the wound on her forehead with one hand while holding her phone with the other.

Frustration washed over her, and so did the rain.

Her white blouse was soaked. Raindrops clung to her thick eyelashes, and then landed on her rosy lips.

“Mr. Crowley?” Gordon Wills called softly.

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Snapping out of it, the gentleman gazed down at his watch and addressed, “Killian Hawke is on his way. I’m leaving now. You handle this matter.”

“Alright, Mr. Crowley.”

Beatrice returned to her car.

Soon, the police arrived at the scene, followed by a silver Maybach.

Both vehicles stopped almost at the same time.

At the sight, Beatrice exited her vehicle and walked over.

Seconds later, she saw a tall and strong man get out of the Maybach.

The man had this elegant and aloof vibe. His skin was sun–kissed, his eyes deep and penetrating.

Sensing her gaze, he

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