“| got it. I''ll be right there.” The girl immediately grabbed the bag and shut the door behind her. Nigel let out a soft sigh. His mind


    had been upied by thoughts of the meeting he was about to haveter, but he couldn’t seem to focus on anything else after


    he saw the girl’s smile. He shook his head furiously as he walked toward the elevator.Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    Meanwhile, Queenie’s room was like a battlefield. She hastily threw a shirt on before pulling a pencil skirt up to her waist. Then,


    she rushed to brush her teeth and wash her face in the washroom before pulling her hair back into a half- bun.


    Once she was done, she sped out of the room. She knew that she didn’t have much time, and she wasn’t sure if her five minutes


    were up, but she rushed down to the garage anyway.


    When she got downstairs, she found the man dressed in white shirt and white cks. He was sitting on the couch in the garage.


    The regr man might not have been able to pull off a full-white outfit, but Nigel seemed especially elegant and posh in it.


    Furthermore, there was a mixture of ss and trendiness in the aura he gave off, so whatever he wore somehow made him


    seem unique.


    He had one leg crossed over the other as he nced at the watch on his wrist. He looked as if he was very focused on the time.


    “I''m sorry. I’m sorry. Was |te?” Queenie asked the moment she appeared. The man scanned her from head to toe before he let


    out augh. “Are you nning to wear slippers to work?” he asked.


    Queenie bowed her head in embarrassment for a few seconds before replying, “The shoes | wore yesterday


    were too dirty. | already threw them out.”


    Nigel stared at her in exasperation. He had no idea why he put himself through all this trouble. It could’ve just ended with him


    letting her stay at his ce for a week before shooing her away, so why did he even agree to give her a job as well?


    “Forget it. Let’s just go to the hotel.” He opened the door to his sports car before calling out to her, “Get in.”


    “Thank you, Mr. Manson!” Queenie replied at once. She was beginning to feel bad about everything. Justst night, she even


    threatened to start a protest in front of his hotel!


    | never would’ve expected Mr. Manson to be a pretty decent man and a rather forgiving one to boot!


    After getting into the car, she started apologizing again, “Mr. Manson, | need to apologize to you. | threatened youst night by


    saying that | would bring a banner and start a protest in front of your hotel, but it was just something | blurted out in the heat of


    the moment. Please don''t take it to heart!”


    Nigel cocked his eyebrows and turned to look at Queenie. She shed him a smile and said, “Someday, I''ll do my best to repay


    your kindness for taking me in.”


    He didn’t feel like talking. He felt like his ears had been buzzing all morning. Usually, he was the only one in the house, and thus


    he was used to havingplete silence, which suited him perfectly.