A One Night Stand With My Boss

Chapter 100

“Camila, I wonder how long you can keep that smug look on your face. If you make my life miserable, I’ll make sure you don’t have it easy either!”

*Tabitha, stop shaking your head. I can hear the water sloshing from here. Were you born without a brain? Can you only think of such foolish revenge? I don’t care if you love running a diner and serving free meals to the neighbors; after all, we’re just renting the place, and closing it won’t cause us any loss.” Camila said leisurely.

The bedroom door was ajar, and Connor overheard everything clearly as he passed by, his brow furrowing slightly. Tabitha was at it

again.

He returned to his bedroom, pulled open a drawer, and neatly laid out a piece of paper, taking a photo of the address on it. When he returned to the dining room, Camila was already seated. “Mr. Connor, breakfast is ready,” Camila said with a slight smile.

Connor grunted in acknowledgment and took a sip of the coffee in front of him.

‘People who drink coffee brewed from cat litter are weird! You shouldn’t hang out with them.’

Camila blurted out the thought again. She had to pursed her lips to stop herself from laughing, her hands trembling with the effort.

“What’s so funny?” Connor asked.

her laughter, looking up to reply, “Just thought of something amusing.”

it?” Connor looked puzzled,

Camila said, lowering her

her a sharp look before taking another sip of his coffee.

Didi’s Diner was booming. A man with tattooed arms was sitting

in front of him.

glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then quickly pulled out a tiny bottle from his pocket. Carefully, he unscrewed the cap and gently shook his wrist, slowly pouring the contents of the bottle into the ravioli. The entire process was swift

man yelled, “Damn! There’s

to look at him. The man scooped up the cockroach from his ravioli and loudly exclaimed, “Look at this! Is this what you serve people? Are you trying to kill

inspecting their own bowls, creating a cacophony of spoons clanging

waiter, embarrassed, quickly apologized, “I’m so sorry. I’ll get you

all cooked in the same pot!” the tattooed man bellowed.

shouting in unison, “We want

“Sir, let’s talk. We’ll find a satisfactory solution for