chapter121 Daphne's Multitalented Assistant
"Boss, there must be some misunderstanding," Mark said, his mind filled with visions of the bleak days to come. "In my eyes, you and Miss Murphy are a match made in heaven."
Charles paused, setting down his fork and locking eyes with Mark. He spoke with deliberate precision, "But wasn't it Evan that caught your eye?"
Mark felt as though he'd been struck by lightning. What on earth had he blurted out to the boss after getting drunk last night? How had he managed to drag Mr. Winston into this mess?
"If you think so highly of him, then start working for him from today," Charles declared, his breakfast finished and an aristocratic air enveloping him. "This vulgar man doesn't deserve your services."
"Boss, I made a mistake," Mark was on the verge of tears. "Drunk words are not to be taken to heart. I swear you surpass Mr. Winston in my estimations by far."
Charles rose smoothly from his seat, a question in his eyes. "Is that so?"
"Yes!"
"Do you think I believe anything you say now?"
"If I tell a single lie, may I be kicked out of the Lancelot Group and condemned to a beggar's life."
"Then you're fired."
"Boss!" Mark collapsed. He should've never had drinks with the boss!
As Charles watched him following behind like a snail, he dropped a cold remark, "Aren't you coming? Do you want to be fired for real?"
Mark, taken aback, felt a surge of relief. "Right behind you."
Together, they left the mansion.
During the drive, Mark observed his boss's countenance carefully. "Tell me what you found last night," Charles ordered from the backseat, his tone unchanged.
"The guys who jumped Miss Murphy were definitely hired, but now they've vanished into thin air," Mark said, his voice steady and reliable as he discussed serious matters. "I thought maybe we could ask Miss Murphy if she remembers what they looked like."
"Weren't there security cameras?" Charles countered.
Mark, driving, responded, "It seems the cameras were busted; they didn't record anything at the time."
Charles furrowed his brow, clearly perplexed. After carefully weighing his options, he finally spoke, "You go handle today's business at the office. I'll go talk to her."
"Got it," thought Mark, a sharp man indeed. With that brief exchange, he picked up on his boss's desire to get some alone time with Miss Murphy. He left the car with Charles and took the subway to work.
Charles took the car and drove straight to Daphne's last known address, only to discover she had moved out the day before; the place was now up for sale online. In a flash, it dawned on him that Daphne had left with Evan the day before.
At that moment, Charles' mind raced with possibilities. Without hesitation, he headed to the villa he had bought for Daphne. If Daphne weren't there, it would mean she had left Ivrea City with Evan. And if that were the case, he was determined to head to Gedser to find her and demand an explanation for why she hadn't informed him of her departure.
Over at Daphne's, a different scene was unfolding. She had returned to Gedser, intending to rest for a night and request a few more days off from her assistant before diving back into work. However, her assistant had already sought her out.
In the heart of her private residence, a handsome young man of 6'1" stature graced her living room. His calm demeanor and striking good looks, complete with fair skin, were hard to ignore. Although he was well into his twenties, his youthful aura was so pronounced that standing next toKevin, one would be hard-pressed to tell who was older.
"Can't you let me rest for two more days?" Daphne pleaded, her hair a tousled mess, evidence of her recent awakening.
Jesse, the handsome assistant, clad in a suit, was as cool as a cucumber. "No, you've already had a two-year break," he retorted, leaving Daphne speechless.
Just as she was about to retort, her phone vibrated. It was Kevin. She picked up, and his excitement was palpable. "Holy smokes!! Daphne!" he exclaimed, "Is this supercar at the villa really for me? It's a limited edition!" He had longed for one for ages but had been unable to acquire it due to its limited availability. Overwhelmed with emotion, Kevin felt genuinely understood by Daphne.
"Yeah," Daphne, who had no particular interest in cars, casually confirmed, "Decide whether you want to keep it in Ivrea City or ship it back to Gedser."
"I love you, Daphne!" Kevin was ecstatic.
"If you love me so much, get Jesse out of my place," Daphne responded, her gaze falling on her assistant with a sense of defeat creeping in. "Let him go on another month-long leave."
"Goodbye, Daphne."
And who was Jesse, anyway?
He was Daphne's right-hand man, the rock in her professional life. When Daphne didn’t want to deal with work, he'd willingly take over, ensuring she never had to stress over anything work-related. But he wouldn't hesitate to show them the door if someone got in the way of her work. At this, Daphne was left speechless. It seemed that at crucial times, no one was reliable.
"Boss," Jesse spoke up again.
"I get it," Daphne conceded. "But let's get this straight: I can only be at the office for two or three days max. After that, I’m scheduled to start at the Murphy Group, and you’re not stopping me."
"Your office’s lounge has your favorite bed and sofa," Jesse maintained his professional demeanor. "You just need to relax there; I’ll take care of the work."
Daphne pondered for a moment. "One week, no more."
"You can bring your Murphy Group work to the office," Jesse proposed, knowing precisely what Daphne liked. "You won’t find a better lounge or a more helpful assistant at the Murphy Group."
"Jesse."
"I can handle the Murphy Group tasks for you."
Daphne was about to retort but swallowed her words instead. She realized that such a capable assistant should not be taken for granted.
"Okay," she agreed, "I'll listen to you."
Since Jesse joined the company, her workload had drastically decreased; eventually, it was almost nil. She even considered handing the company to Jesse and simply living off her share of the dividends. But Jesse wasn’t on board with that idea.
For Charles, the realization was staggering compared to the tranquil life Daphne led post-divorce. When he arrived at the villa that he had given Daphne, he saw a young man in casual attire emerging from the garage, keys in hand, looking quite pleased with himself. Charles couldn't quite make out the man's face from a distance. One thing was sure, though: his demeanor, appearance, and physique all pointed to the quintessential lover. In a flash of insight, Charles wondered: Could this be the 'Fred' Evan mentioned? Daphne's bedwarmer? The mere thought triggered an uncontrollable surge of anger. She’d barely gotten divorced and was already calling over a bedwarmer. Wasn't that a bit much?
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