My beautiful boss

"Audrey, stop!" The woman scolded her daughter. "Please don't mind my daughter. Again, she is very spoiled. But don't worry, we have some savings. We will surely pay you back for your services once you cure me."

The woman was honest about their financial situation and was polite enough to call the money as the therapy payment.

This chronic disease had troubled her for so long. She always suffered so much when she had attacks. Even medicine couldn't relieve her much.

When Peter said that he could cure her, she felt very excited and worried that he might be offended because of her daughter.

"Ma'am, you misunderstood me, " said Peter, "I'm not worried about the money. Your disease is not something that can be easily cured. Treatment takes time, and there is no way to speed it up."

The woman felt embarrassed for assuming that money was the issue right away. "I'm willing to go through treatment no matter how long it takes, young man. By the way, how long would it be?"

She asked nervously. Could it be another 3 years? 5 years? Could she handle it if it lasted for that long?

"That depends, ma'am. If things go well, it could be around a week. Otherwise, it could take as long as a month." Peter replied, a worried look across his face.

Audrey was stupefied

As she stopped herself from grabbing her drink and throwing the bottle at Peter again.

'One week or a month? That's nothing! How is that a long time? Even a fever takes a couple of days, and it's reasonable that my mom's chronic disease would take longer!

This bastard must be bragging. He's doing it on purpose!'

The longer Audrey looked at Peter, the more annoyed she became.

"Really?" the middle-aged woman asked. "Please, sir. Can you please check up on me when you are available?" The woman was on cloud nine. She almost wanted him to do the first checkup, then and there.

"I'm not available during the day because I have work. After work is ideal for me. How about this: I'll visit you this evening, after work."

The woman had been nothing but courteous and appreciative. Peter couldn't find it in himself to refuse her.

"Okay, " she replied. Although a little disappointed with the wait, she knew that it would be futile to negotiate a sooner schedule. They exchanged private numbers and went their separate ways.

The events that morning delayed Peter's travel by half an hour, causing him to be late at work.

With Bob in the hospital, though, no one was there to reprimand him, so that was good.

in the basement parking

tease Shelly and Lisa after arriving at the reception hall when Jack

Peter shot overwhelmingly high so he wanted to stay on his good

of work, Peter beat the security manager and sent him to the hospital. A regular employee would have been fired had he done the same thing, but Peter still worked freely with no consequence whatsoever. He could bet his life that Peter had a really strong connection with someone

think we're allowed to smoke during work hours. Besides, aren't you supposed to be working, lazybones? Good luck getting your salary if we fail Miss Song and

offended with

Jack was stunned.

half an hour late? How am I the one neglecting my duty? Besides, why did

don't you know? I'm confiscating it to keep you safe because we're colleagues and good friends.

guy in contrast to Jack. What a

he hadn't been so strong,

Lisa were both stifling their

'Peter is so dreamy.'

throughout the day. It seemed as though they

for Peter. He spent it on work, amusing Shelly and Lisa and

Shelly told him sweetly as their shift was about to end. Jack

also say yes for other invitations. If you know what I mean, " Peter said

shyly. As for Lisa, she almost hid under

entering the parking lot, he noticed that the BMW parked beside his

to be having a hard time manoeuvring

that inside it was Clair, Bella's secretary. Peter smirked. Instead of removing his motorcycle, he stood back, crossed his arms, and watched

losing her patience. 'Whose damn motorcycle is this? It occupies

do, but as

was about to get off the car to remove the motorcycle out of the way herself, she saw a guy walking towards her from the corner of

was, she got even more

run you over!" Clair yelled at

he walked right behind her car. "Really, now? Here, I'm standing still. Do you think

dare this bastard mock her

anger Clair got off her car and kicked over Peter's old motorcycle. Then she

My motorcycle was

motorcycle

of the motorcycle was. Had I known it was you, I would have

Snorting condescendingly, she zoomed away with her BMW, leaving

Peter jumped on his motorcycle and started