Can't perform?
Who on earth was spreading these rumors?
Felton and Flint, who had heard everything, stared wide-eyed.
Wow! Ms. Payne had just openly told their boss he "can't perform." That was a greater insult than stabbing him twice in the heart.
They wanted to laugh, but they were terrified of the consequences.
"Alright, then." Having said her piece and feeling there was nothing else to add, Juniper pushed open the car door and bolted.
After a few steps, she turned back and added kindly, "And cut back on the alcohol!"
Shanley just stared at her, his expression too dark for words.
"Bye!" Juniper knew this was a sensitive topic related to a man's pride. After giving her final piece of advice, she vanished into the night.
Beneath the quiet moonlight, the dark gray sports car sat parked on the winding road. The wind rustled through the trees, adding to the desolate atmosphere. Inside, the refined and powerful man's face was a thundercloud, his handsome features so grim they looked like they might drip ice. The air in the car was thick with a deadly silence. Felton and Flint were too scared to even breathe.
"Find them," Shanley finally said, his voice raw and cold, his eyes bloodshot. "Find out who is spreading these rumors!"
"Yes, Boss!" Felton and Flint flinched in unison.
Their boss was truly furious this time. And who knew what Ms. Payne was thinking now? They had thought she was starting to warm up to him, that his plan to win her over would soon succeed. Now... the ship hadn't just sailed, it had crashed into a giant iceberg. And there was really no way for their boss to explain this one.


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