Chapter 252 The Truth about Mr. Lawrence and Assistant Wallace
Brittany's body tensed, an instinctual rejection, "It's nothing, just Isabella." Joshua felt her rigidity mirror his own, and neither said a word. Brittany grew accustomed to Joshua's body heat until she picked up an antiseptic tang, reminiscent of a hospital.
Just as she pondered this, a familiar perfume scent filled her senses—the scent of Nicole. It was almost laughable. To have someone like him next to her, holding her—Brittany found him repulsive.
"Brittany, I'm not filthy," Joshua, seemingly reading her thoughts, gazed deeply at her, his voice soft, "Even if I were, you'd still have to endure it since I want you."
Brittany was bitterly ironic. She wrapped her arms around his neck, "If that's the case, save the chatter. If you want me, take me."
Joshua's eyes were filled with Brittany, fixated on her striking beauty. Her natural scent was intoxicating, an aphrodisiac of the highest quality. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, his warm breath caressing her cheek, "Brittany... Brittany, I love you."
Brittany could handle all manner of humiliation from Joshua, but his declarations of love were utterly ridiculous to her. Instinctively pushing against him, her hand brushed against him, and she felt something akin to pinpricks.
A jolt of concern shot through Brittany—something was amiss.
She was thinking about continuing to explore, but...
"Don't touch me!" Joshua abruptly pulled his hand away, pushing her back and darting straight to the bathroom.
Brittany closed her eyes and swallowed the bitterness, awkwardly withdrawing her hand.
Around ten minutes later, Joshua emerged from the bathroom and said to Brittany, "Tomorrow, I'm having dinner with your cousin. I can't afford to have any marks on my body."
Brittany had already tidied up her clothes and was taking care of her skin, every move full of allure. She smiled, "A man of Mr. Sinclair's wealth and power surely doesn't need to explain this much to a lover."
Joshua stopped in his tracks, a flash of pain crossing his eyes.
After a while, he sat on the bed, extended his arm, and pulled Brittany into his embrace, his chin resting on top of her head, closing his eyes to savor the unique fragrance of her presence, "Yeah, you're right."
Brittany's gaze was hollow, staring straight ahead, motionless. She wondered, when would these days come to an end.
Joshua's Adam's apple bobbed, his grip tightening as he put his deep affection into action, "Not much longer now, just be good for me." Brittany tried to discern the meaning behind his words but to no avail.
The next day in San Francisco, the weather was clear, with temperatures neither too high nor too low, perfect for a team-building day.
After lunch, Isabella followed Sebastian out of the hotel. As they exited, they saw Thomas Sawyer running towards them, his greasy beer belly leading the way.
"Mr. Lawrence, assistant Wallace," he shouted from afar. When he reached Sebastian, he bent over, hands on his thighs, breathing heavily, "The company... the company car is right next to us, let's all go together."
Sebastian hummed in acknowledgment, "Lead the way."
Isabella stood poised behind Sebastian, slightly bowing her head, the very model of a capable assistant.
Hearing this, she was taken aback, clearly not expecting such a response.
With Sebastian's social status, wherever he went, it was always with great fanfare. Why would he take a bus?
Strange.
However, when the big boss decided, what place did a small assistant have to argue? She obediently followed behind Sebastian.
The company had hired several buses, with the best one naturally reserved for Sebastian, and the passengers inside were all high-level executives.
"Mr. Lawrence."
"Mr. Lawrence."
"Mr. Lawrence."
As she boarded the bus, various tones of "Mr. Lawrence" filled her ears, and Isabella felt as though she had wandered into a sparrow's nest, teeming with chatter.
“Mr. Lawrence, please take a seat here.” Thomas Sawyer gestured in front of him, leaving the most comfortable spot for Sebastian.
"Assistant Wallace, you're across," said Thomas with a smile. "Mr. Lawrence enjoys the quiet, so I hope you don't mind sitting with me."
Isabella was indifferent; she too preferred some distance from Sebastian.
However, as soon as Sebastian sat down, he leaned back, closed his eyes, and pointed to the seat beside him. "Come sit."
Isabella would not have been obliged to his command had they been alone, but in a group setting, defying Sebastian's order could cause trouble, so she agreed.
"Oh," Isabella exchanged a look with Thomas, her mouth twisted distantly as she took her place next to Sebastian.
Sebastian gave a cold smirk, his nose emitting a scornful snort. Isabella watched his posture and couldn't put her feelings into words. She had the impression that Sebastian had joined this bus ride just to have her by his side.
With that thought, Isabella shrugged and shook her head, dismissing the idea.
Thomas let out a nervous chuckle and signaled the driver to start. Behind Sebastian, Isabella Thompson tilted her chin, bit her lip, and clenched her fists in frustration.
As the bus began to move, soon Isabella felt sleepy. She yawned and closed her eyes, striving to keep still despite her restlessness. But controlling one's body while asleep isn't easy.
Her head initially tilted slightly; the bus turned a corner, and her head fell onto her left shoulder. After a speed bump, she toppled over onto Sebastian, her head resting on his shoulder.
Finding comfort and a familiar scent, Isabella settled into a more comfortable position and continued to sleep.
Sebastian opened his eyes, glanced to his side, and saw Isabella quietly resting on his shoulder, her dense eyelashes fluttering like tiny fans.
"Don't move," the woman mumbled in her sleep, her voice cat-like.
Sebastian frowned, lowered his voice, and chuckled coldly, "Always the troublemaker." Despite his words, Sebastian remained mostly still during the ride, even slightly dropping his shoulder to give her more comfort.
Isabella Thompson in the back seat was nearly grinding her teeth. ‘The fox! Always seducing men!’
She surreptitiously pulled out her phone, found the perfect angle, and sneakily snapped a photo. In the picture, Isabella leaned on Sebastian’s shoulder, who wore a look of displeasure on his face.
Later, she uploaded the photo on her alternate account to a small group chat within a subsidiary, adding a line that read.
[It looks like Mr. Lawrence and Assistant Wallace are truly an item, I thought I had seen it wrong a couple of days ago, but it turns out they really are sharing a room.]
Soon enough, the photo began spreading like wildfire. The atmosphere in the other company buses was lively with everyone abuzz with discussions.
In the chat groups, intense debates erupted around the topic—accusations of being a homewrecker, lover theories, and seduction claims were rampant.
Isabella Thompson smiled with satisfaction.
Unbeknownst to Isabella, she was the center of a media firestorm, sleeping soundly through it all!
Around two in the afternoon, the bus arrived at its destination for the corporate retreat—Alcatraz Island in Western San Francisco.
As the name implies, Alcatraz Island was a picturesque place boasting flowers, hills, water, and wooded areas. It also had a full set of facilities, including a bonfire barbecue area, hot springs, flower viewing gardens, and chalet accommodations.
It was the perfect location for a short company retreat.
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