The CEO's Unplanned Heir novel Chapter 31

She cast her gaze downwards, her thick lashes casting a shadow of melancholy on her eyelids. When she raised her eyes again, all the emotions had vanished, leaving her deep brown eyes looking incredibly profound.

“Right, you’re absolutely correct. You’re the boss, and I’m the employee. There’s no way we could be equal, right? I'm the one without a prominent family or connections, so I need to work twice as hard. I really hope to join the Muse Club, not just for learning but also for networking. Please, Mr. Leopold, don’t clip my wings and stop my progress, okay?” Aurelia said.

Leopold hummed lowly, thinking, was it for studying or dating? If she felt hopeless here, she would rekindle the old flame with Arnold, wouldn’t she? “Enough talk. Send a message on WhatsApp now, or I’ll seize your credit card and cancel your allowance.” Leopold said.

Aurelia’s heart tightened sharply. The doctor said her little brother’s illness required at least six months of imported medicine. She needed to keep borrowing money from him, so she couldn’t be without a card.

She had to bow down when facing certain circumstances. She bit her lips and slowly pulled out her phone from her pocket.

Aurelia typed: [I'm sorry, Arnold. Something came up at work, so I can’t make it to the party.]

Arnold quickly responded: [No worries, work hard. We’ll go next time.]

Leopold’s thin lips curved into a mocking smile. This tactic always worked best. Indeed money was everything to her!

Aurelia's heart wrenched. She felt sorrowful and frustrated, so she sent another apologetic emoji: [I'm really sorry.]

[We’re friends, no need to apologize.] Arnold replied with a smile.

In her memory, he always wore a smile. It was warm like sunshine, gentle like spring breeze, and naturally drawing her close. Unlike the man beside her, who was cold as ice, arrogant, and making her want to avoid him at all costs.

“I’m going to my room. Do as you please.” Aurelia said.

She ran into her room, closing the door behind her and tears welling up in her eyes. She felt incredibly desolate, as if she had plummeted from the clouds straight into the Grand Canyon.

A familiar song came out of her laptop as she picked up her phone, updating her Facebook status:

“Meeting the right one is a blessing and the wrong one is a curse. The scariest thing in life is meeting the wrong one before the right one!”

Accompanied by a melancholic image, this message was truly downcast.

Down in the apartment parking lot, Arnold sat in his car, not leaving for quite a while. He had arrived when Aurelia sent her WhatsApp message.

At this moment, seeing Aurelia’s Facebook post, his downturned mouth slowly curved into a smile, glancing at Leopold’s car not far away. There was a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Leopold also saw her Facebook post. He was livid! Was she indirectly provoking and challenging him? His hand clenched suddenly, and the tea cup in his hand shattered with a loud bang.

A shard cut his hand, and blood oozed out. Laura rushed to get a band-aid, “Sir, are you okay?”

Leopold was burning with anger. He didn’t care about the small cut, so he stormed into Aurelia’s room like a hurricane. Aurelia jumped in surprise. She thought he had left, but he was still here! “Mr. Leopold, why haven’t you left?” Aurelia asked.

Hearing this, Leopold grew even more irritated, “So, you can’t wait for me to leave?”

She definitely wished for that, very much. She nodded a thousand times in her heart. Only when he was not around could she breathe the air of freedom. Who would want to spend their weekend with their boss, especially a cold-hearted dictator?

“You’re a busy man, managing a thousand tasks a day. I’m worried that being here would waste your precious time.” Aurelia said.

Leopold was taken aback, was she playing with words again? He glanced at her phone. Arnold had just responded: [If you meet the wrong person, leave immediately. You deserve the best care.]

This damn interaction!

His anger started to spiral out of control. He forcefully pushed her against the desk. “What does your Facebook post mean? Who is the wrong person?” Leopold asked.