Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95 Shock

Beatrice's eyes widened, a look of shock rippling through her gaze as though a massive earthquake had just struck within her soul.

Violet, you crazy woman!

But what really threw Beatrice off was Damian's reaction. He was actually considering it! He leaned back, arms crossed, his forehead creased in concentration like he was closing a million-dollar deal. After what felt like forever, he finally nodded.

"You know what? That might actually work."

Beatrice was speechless.

You don't have to voice your opinion on this!

In the heat of the moment, Violet had blurted out nonsense, but upon hearing Damian's response and seeing her friend nearly on the verge of passing out, she felt as though she had carelessly opened Pandora's box.

"Haha, right?" She could only laugh awkwardly, hoping to bring this bizarre conversation to an end.

However, once Pandora's box was opened, it wasn't so easy to close. Damian added, "It's feasible, but... she's rather timid. I doubt she'd dare to go through with it."

As he spoke, his gaze casually drifted over to Beatrice.

She suddenly wished she could take back all that confident talk from her interview. Right now, playing dead seemed like her best option.

The air grew strangely tense.

Violet's eyes bounced between them like a tennis match before she leaned forward, lowering her voice. "So, is it really all about having guts?"

Damian didn't answer, his gaze cold and distant as he looked at her.

"I'm pretty brave," Violet replied, leaning even closer. She lifted her wrist, showing him the bracelet on her arm. "To be honest, I work as a lawyer, but my side business is ghost hunting!"

She chuckled lightly, "When I was younger, I was sickly and frail. A fortune-teller said I wouldn't live past eighteen. My grandmother, a famous witch in the area, taught me everything she knew just so I could survive."

Damian remained silent, giving a cold laugh before standing up and walking away.

Finally! Violet watched him leave, then shot Beatrice a look. Let's get out of here!

Beatrice immediately rose to her feet.

The two of them walked a few steps before remembering they hadn't grabbed the two boxes of packed ravioli and hurriedly turned back to get them.

Once outside, they waved goodbye to Gordon and hurried off, their steps never slowing as they disappeared down the hall.

Back downstairs, Beatrice immediately smacked Violet's arms.

Violet kept begging for mercy. "I was just talking too fast! Who knew he would actually go along with it? Maybe you should think about it too, you know, be a little bolder."

Beatrice shot her a look. "Sure, right after I learn how to catch ghosts." She couldn't help giggling, remembering Damian's stunned face. "So tell me, oh wise one, what's your secret ghost-catching technique?"

Violet solemnly removed her bracelet and slipped it onto Beatrice's wrist. "From this day forward, you are my star pupil. You may call me Master."

Beatrice just rolled her eyes. "You're impossible."

Having a friend who's both cool and wild is seriously one headache after another.

Ignoring her, Beatrice went to unpack her things and threw her clothes into the washing machine. After showering, she dove into her soft bed, lying with her eyes closed.

Violet stayed over that night, and now she was sitting beside Beatrice, scrolling through her phone. Noticing Beatrice lying on the pillow, she leaned in close and whispered, "Beatie, Desmond is going to marry Madeline. Are you really not feeling anything about it?"

After all, hearts weren't made of wood. Even though they were separated, Violet didn't believe that Beatrice could truly be so unaffected, like a robot with no feelings.

Without opening her eyes, Beatrice mumbled, "Oh, I feel something alright—pure disgust. Good thing you waited until after the ravioli to say that, or you would've ruined a perfectly good meal."

Violet smiled, relieved that her best friend was more focused on good food than her awful ex.

Soon enough, that creep and his new wife would be showing up everywhere, and the last thing she wanted was for Beatrice to suffer through it all.

"Hey, speaking of which, Damian is quite the catch, isn't he? Why don't you have a taste of him?"

Beatrice's mind drifted for a moment, and her face blushed a little as she teased, "Please. He'd eat me alive. Since when do antelopes hunt lions?"

It was ridiculous—Violet was giving her way too much credit.

But Violet just wiggled her eyebrows. "Oh please, when things get hot and heavy, who cares who's eating who? It all works out in the end."

Beatrice rolled her eyes. "Slow down there, love guru. Maybe get your first boyfriend before you start giving relationship advice."

Violet's mouth snapped shut, her pout saying it all.

Beatrice glanced at Damian, who was walking ahead. Thinking that he didn't have any lunch plans today, and with Killian at the company, she figured it would be fine for her to leave for lunch. She agreed, "Sure, which restaurant?"

"Rare Paradise."

"Alright, I'll be there around twelve."

"Okay. See you there, Manager Lawson. " Lucy's voice on the other end was tinged with nervousness, almost as if there was something she couldn't bring herself to say.

After hanging up the phone, Lucy glanced at Desmond, who was standing beside her.

I'm sorry, Ms. Lawson, I was forced.

Beatrice put her phone away and walked to the queue to wait for the elevator.

Damian, walking ahead, briefly glanced back at her. His gaze was deep, but there was no emotion behind it.

Beatrice couldn't help but wonder.

What does that look mean?

Does he have an issue with me going out with my former colleague for lunch?

The three of them entered the elevator, where a few senior executives joined. They exchanged greetings with Damian and made small talk.

Their eyes often flickered toward Beatrice, and the subtle meaning in their looks made her realize.

Great, looks like there's a new rumor brewing.

When they reached their floor, Damian slowed his pace as they exited the elevator.

Beatrice and Killian also slowed down to match his pace.

Damian turned back and, this time, his gaze held clear displeasure. "You're not with Summit Group anymore. You have a new boss now."

"She's an old coworker—just used to calling me Manager," Beatrice explained weakly.

Seriously? He's getting worked up over this? Talk about control issues!