Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 531 - 278: Who Said You Could Leave_2

"Oh, I see, so I’m going with you tonight."

"Yes. We don’t know much about Director Green’s character, so we need to do some homework beforehand..."

Nicolette Holmes squinted her eyes, scrutinizing Rebecca Quentin, "I say, Mrs. Geoffrey-to-be, you’re just here checking things out for the BOSS, why do you care so much?"

To avoid trouble, Rebecca Quentin responded earnestly, "The inspection is just what the BOSS says publicly, in fact, I’m here to learn..."

Nicolette Holmes shrewdly narrowed her eyes, "Oh, I got it... a lot of big bosses’ family members sneak into companies incognito as junior employees, under the guise of ’starting from the grassroots’, but actually preparing to take over the company in the future."

Rebecca Quentin nodded along with Nicolette Holmes’ assumption.

Nicolette Holmes curiously asked, "So, does the BOSS intend for you to manage the company in the future?"

Rebecca Quentin awkwardly replied, "Yes... maybe!"

"Wait a minute."

"Huh?"

Rebecca Quentin thought Nicolette Holmes was questioning the answer, but unexpectedly, Nicolette Holmes blurted out, "Why do you call the President ’BOSS’ like us?"

"Why?"

"Aren’t you two in a relationship? Shouldn’t there be some intimate nickname?"

Rebecca Quentin seriously looked at Nicolette Holmes, "Even if there is some intimate nickname, do you think I would let you all know?"

"Uh, I promise I won’t tell anyone else, just secretly tell me! Besides, the BOSS has never shown up in front of people, what’s he like, how long have you been seeing him, how did you meet..."

At ten in the evening, Rebecca Quentin helped the drunken Nicolette Holmes out of a taxi.

Nicolette Holmes’ delicate face was flushed red from the alcohol, she waved her bag, mumbling, "Director Green, I toast you again..."

Nicolette Holmes drank quite a bit tonight... the reason being, the ’Director Green’ they met was unexpectedly a brilliant young man.

Nicolette Holmes couldn’t stay calm upon seeing him, drinks went down one after another, she had a blast drinking with him.

This Director Green was clearly a man about town, seeing Nicolette Holmes so drunk, he immediately suggested sending them home.

Rebecca Quentin naturally declined, arranged to meet Director Green for another discussion about the design, then helped Nicolette Holmes leave the club.

At this moment, she finally safely got Nicolette Holmes back home.

After handing Nicolette Holmes over to Mrs. Holmes who was waiting at the apartment entrance, Rebecca Quentin exchanged some pleasantries with Mrs. Holmes and left.

She had just asked the taxi driver to wait by the roadside, thinking she could immediately go home to take a shower and sleep, but unexpectedly, the taxi had already left.

Rebecca Quentin inwardly reproached the taxi driver for a few moments, then her gaze accidentally caught sight of a Bentley parked under the streetlamp, gleaming with an expensive dark sheen.

The car, the license plate... made Rebecca Quentin’s heart shake instantly.

The next second, the car drove towards her.

Rebecca Quentin stood frozen on the spot, her hazy eyes incredulous.

Until he got off the car, his proud figure was in front of her, his deep gaze fell upon her.

Rebecca Quentin hung her head low, inexplicably unwilling to face him.

He spoke first with a slightly displeased voice, "Why are you dressed like that?"

Rebecca Quentin instinctively lifted her gaze to look at his cold and sharp features, then looked at herself.

A white shirt paired with a black pencil skirt—her usual work attire, nothing inappropriate, she puzzledly looked at him again.

Howard Geoffrey frowned, took off his suit jacket, draped it over her shoulder, "Don’t wear such white shirts in the future."

Damn it, she actually wore such a tight shirt.

Though she was slim, she had a beautiful figure, with curves highlighted, the tight shirt accentuated her bust, inviting imagination.

Rebecca Quentin once again looked down at her shirt. She still didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, at most it was a little small, but that was because she chose the wrong size when shopping online, and tried it on feeling it wasn’t too bad, so didn’t return it.

Around her ear was his usual domineering voice, Rebecca Quentin hung her head low, muttering softly, "What I wear isn’t your business." Saying so, she handed him back the jacket with his nice smell on it.

Howard Geoffrey didn’t extend his hand to take the jacket, instead he grabbed hers.

Rebecca Quentin, not wanting to meet his gaze, turned her head to the side, "Let go."

Howard Geoffrey cursed something and rather pulled Rebecca Quentin towards himself.

The jacket fell to the ground, Rebecca Quentin angrily pushing back against the firm chest stuck to her, "What do you want?"

Howard Geoffrey kept a cold face, not saying a word.

Rebecca Quentin switched to kicking his calves, but he still wouldn’t let go.

Rebecca Quentin helplessly gave up the struggle, looked up and glared at his handsome features that appeared even more vivid under the dim streetlamp light, angrily said, "Let go of me!"

Finally, Howard Geoffrey slightly released Rebecca Quentin, his magnetic voice hoarsely uttering, "Did you miss me?"

Rebecca Quentin was forcefully shoved into the car by Howard Geoffrey, seeing him start the engine not knowing where he plans to take her, she immediately pulled at the locked car door, angrily shouted, "Let me out!"

Howard Geoffrey pressed the accelerator directly, the car sped away on the empty streets at night.

"Howard Geoffrey, you’re so unreasonable, what do you think you are, can do anything you want anytime, totally ignoring people’s feelings, pervert, lunatic..."

The car suddenly stopped, Rebecca Quentin leaned forward completely.

Howard Geoffrey turned his face, no emotions, his thin lips leisurely spoke, "Do you remember when was the last time you demanded to get out of the car?"

Rebecca Quentin froze for a second.

The most recent time...

In New York, then we went to the seaside, and then...

Rebecca Quentin’s face instantly blushed, angered and embarrassed, "You..."

Howard Geoffrey slightly raised his distinctly defined chin, "If you don’t behave, we’ll relive that night."

Howard Geoffrey’s words made Rebecca Quentin bite her lip, not speaking anymore.

Howard Geoffrey’s lips curved with a faintly wicked smile, restarted the car, and with one press on the accelerator, drove far away.

Inside the quiet car, Rebecca Quentin turned her head towards the window, her thoughts in turmoil.

To be honest, her heart is really unsettled now.

Every time being alone with him, she’s somewhat at a loss.