Love At The Next Stop Novel

Chapter 96 I Thought You Enjoyed Calling Me Miles Grant In Private

Stella finally reached the bottom of her bag and seemed to have recalled something. She then took out the e-cigarette and handed it to Miles. “This is for you!”

With an icy smile on his face, he asked her, “Should I thank you for keeping me in your thoughts?”

She smiled back embarrassedly.

Right then, Zachariah ran over to pick up a toy on the sofa. The coffee table blocked his way, so he stopped in his tracks and waited lazily for Stella to help him because she was standing closer to Miles, passing him his gift.

She immediately noticed the toy car. It was a very tiny toy tucked right under Miles’ body that was leaning on the arm of the sofa.

“President Grant, could you please hand me the toy car?” She pointed at the toy car right underneath his arm.

She had handed the e-cigarette to Miles, and he accepted it reluctantly because it was a gift she had brought all the way home from America. The fact that it was the only gift from her made the item appear valuable to him.

He also felt upset and disappointed at his sense of inferiority when he compared himself to Matthew. How could she throw away the medicine she bought for me?

Nevertheless, he took a look around him and found the toy car pressed under his arm. He then handed it over to Stella, who gave it to Zachariah.

When she was about to turn around and leave, she heard a casual remark from him. “Miss Johansson, I thought you enjoyed calling me Miles Grant in private. Why are you referring to me as President Grant again?”

She was taken aback by his question. Who told him that? She vaguely remembered the few times she addressed him as Miles in private instead of ‘President Grant’. However, she was unsure how exactly the word got out.

After he got hold of her slip-up, she felt a little embarrassed, and the stubbornness in her tone softened. Her only way out was to deny the fact no matter how hard he pressed on.

“Nope. I have always addressed you as President Grant.” Her eyes flickered in guilt.

you lying to

rarely talk about you in private, so it’s impossible for me to have called

private. Soon, he gave up on this topic because his focus was never

back to her hotel. At first, she had wanted to head back to Murdough right away, but she was still preoccupied with the torn dress from before. Curious and inquisitive, she wanted to check out the reason behind the flimsy dress from the manufacturer. To be honest, even though her dress was caught on a nail, it should not be difficult to free herself and keep the garment intact. But to her dismay, the fabric

went to the company with the intention of lodging a complaint. But on second thought, if she complained to the company, they definitely would not

of the company, she suddenly realized that she needed a reasonable excuse to get a shot at visiting the factory after she had

brains over this problem, the front desk staff greeted her,

from Miles Conglomerate. Our president wanted to bulk purchase some uniforms, so he

much more popular than Amon, which was the reason behind the front desk’s staff’s exclusive treatment of her. Secondly, Amon was their competitor in the fashion industry; if she introduced herself as an employee

their manager, who took the matter seriously and came out to greet her. Along the way, he asked her about the details of the uniform needed before bringing

of their garments—either the machines were too rusty, or they did not starch their garments after rinsing. Those were the two possibilities that she had in her mind at

it was unlikely that she would cross paths with the company staff in the future, she did not care if they found out about

leave for Murdough. She exited the elevator at the hotel, ready to leave for the airport when she noticed the familiar face of a person she had met

factory to not look into her background. It didn’t matter that she was a stranger when she toured the

frowned when he saw her. “Miss Johansson, after visiting our company and touring our

It was totally impossible to get out of this by admitting that she was

of her wits, she suddenly noticed a man at the entrance. Wait, that’s

man in the lobby. Soon, he understood what was going on. He went up to her and met the eyes of the manager, who immediately flinched because

gaze past the manager’s face. “Are you

the manager had found out that Stella was not Miles’ secretary, so he couldn’t understand why

was not his secretary, so that must be the most reasonable explanation. If she was not involved with him, she would not have had the guts to claim that she was his secretary. Running into a dead-end, the manager felt disappointed and left with his

had wanted to thank Miles for his help, but he spoke before she could do

know how to face him. Just when she was about to leave with her luggage, she realized that he had started dragging her luggage away, so

you get the courage to do that? How dare you pose as my secretary, hmm?” he scolded her good-naturedly while walking out of the

she thought to herself. “It’s safest to pose as your secretary,” she