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.

looking up to reply, “Just

it?” Connor looked puzzled, glancing at

you. Let’s eat,” Camila said, lowering

her a sharp look before

Didi’s Diner was booming. A man with tattooed arms was sitting by the window, a steaming bowl

front of him.

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 tattooed man yelled, “Damn! There’s a cockroach in the soup!”

made all the diners turn to look at him. The man scooped up the cockroach from his ravioli and loudly

began inspecting their own bowls, creating a cacophony

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

again? It’s all cooked in the

diners hesitated to continue eating, shouting

approached the tattooed man, saying, “Sir, let’s talk. We’ll find a satisfactory solution for