After the divorce he begged novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318

“We’re not sure yet. Tom White said in a gentle tone. Just listen to what he has to say, but don’t put too much

stock in it.”

Mark Mason added. “Yeah, I agree.”

With Mark’s support, Rebecca Jensen gave a straightforward answer, “Alright.”

“You really trust us that much?” Tom White said, a bit surprised she didn’t even pause to think it over. “Aren’t you worried we might just be trying to tank your business or joking around with you?”

“Maybe you would, Rebecca Jensen grinned, playfully shooting back now that she was used to having him

around. “But not Mark.”

Mark couldn’t hide his smugness at that.

He straightened up a little.

He swore he’d never let Mr. Hanson lose faith in him.

“Hey, you never know,” Tom White said, steering the car with a lazy grin. “You ever notice how in movies, the mastermind behind it all is always the last person you’d suspect–the one who looks like a total innocent right at the start?”

Rebecca Jensen rolled her eyes. “Please. That only happens in movies.”

Tom White chuckled. “Trust me, real life can be way more unpredictable than any movie.”

Rebecca Jensen smirked, “Guess that makes you the villain then.”

Tom White just gaped at her. ‘Wait, what?‘

Mark grinned, backing Rebecca up. “Boss is right.”

“You know what? You’re absolutely right,” Tom White replied, getting way too into it. “I’m handsome, charming, an ace driver, and I can read people and psychology like no one else. If that’s not main character villain material, I don’t know what is.”

Rebecca just stared at him, speechless.

Mark was totally at a loss for words too.

Tom White wasn’t done. “But relax, Ms. Jensen, because even if I am the villain, I’ll still be your loyal chauffeur and bodyguard–villain or not.”

“Eyes on the road,” Rebecca said sharply, glancing at him as he kept chatting and cutting through traffic. “I’d rather not die just yet.”

Tom White grinned. “You can question my morals, but not my driving skills.”

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Rebecca shot at him, “Are you bowing your head like Mark now?”

Mark blinked, bailled. ‘Wait, what did I do?‘

Mark looked back and forth between them, looking utterly confused.

What does this have to do with me?‘ he wondered.

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Tom finally went quiet, but it only lasted a couple minutes before he spoke up again. “Ms. Jensen.”

Rebecca glanced up at him.

Tom asked, his tone suddenly serious, “Have you ever thought about the worst–case scenario for all this?”

“What do you mean?” Rebecca asked.

“The Guzman family and the Quinn family teaming up against you,” Tom said. He’d nearly kept it to himself, but in the end, couldn’t. Rebecca was just so straightforward–you couldn’t help wanting to look out for her.

Rebecca’s hand paused mid–reply on her phone.

Tom made it clear. “Just because Sebastian and Old Mr. Lawrence are at odds doesn’t mean Ryan’s uncle and your uncles won’t join forces. You know, the whole ‘the enemy of their enemy is their friend‘ thing.”

Rebecca had considered that before.

But she’d never actually met Ryan’s uncle herself.

According to her mom’s info, the guy was deeply scheming and ruthless–definitely not someone you want to mess with.

“Boss, you should dock his pay,” Mark suddenly chimed in.

Rebecca was still thinking about other things, so she just replied absentmindedly, “Why?”

Mark said, “Chauffeurs and bodyguards aren’t supposed to meddle in the boss’s business.”

Rebecca blinked. “Huh?”

Tom shot back, “And you never meddle, huh?”

Mark said smugly, “I’m the assistant–meddling in the boss’s business comes with the job.”

Tom quipped, “Well, I’m the secretary. At least in theory!”

Mark shot back, “Says who? Ms. Jensen never hired you, and you didn’t even officially sign on.”

Tom grinned, “Ms. Jensen, make me your personal secretary! No salary required–you get my services absolutely free!”

Mark deadpanned, “Careful with how you say that. If someone hears ‘for free,‘ they’ll think Ms. Jensen has a

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questionable private life.”

Rebecca just stared at them. speechless.

Rebecca mentally blocked out their chatter

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They were always bickering–minor quarrels every few days, major ones nearly every week. She’d become used to it, but as soon as a serious discussion derailed into childish squabbling, it still wore on her. Honestly. she sometimes felt more like their preschool teacher than their boss.

She grabbed her phone to catch up on the work texts she hadn’t finished. Once she’d settled things with the product manager and tech director, she looked over at Mark and Tom in the front seats.

Over the past few days, Rebecca had gotten access to Mark and Tom’s files.

Nothing unusual popped out–everything looked spotless, not even a hint of trouble anywhere.

Just a couple of ordinary wage earners hunting for a job, nothing that would make anyone look twice.

But after getting to know them up close, the way they always kept their cool and judged things so calmly made Rebecca wonder if there was more to their story than met the eye.

Mark was so calm, it was like he was a machine–unshakable and eerily composed.

Tom, on the other hand, knew everything about everything—like a walking encyclopedia.

“Tom,” Rebecca said, deciding to test him again.

“At your service, Ms. Jensen,” Tom made it sound almost ceremonial every time.

“You said earlier that Old Mr. Lawrence looked at me with 95% self–interest,” Rebecca asked. “How can you tell? Just spill whatever’s on your mind.”

Tom shot a look at Mark in the passenger seat. “Mark said bodyguards and drivers aren’t supposed to meddle in the boss’s business.”

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you also my secretary—for free, no less?”

Tom just gaped at her. ‘Wait, seriously?‘

As they stopped at a red light, Tom turned around, staring at her in utter disbelief.

Rebecca kept her face impassive as always. “What’s wrong?”

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