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.

his motorcycle next to a white BMW in the basement parking lot,

He was on his way to playfully tease Shelly and Lisa after arriving at the reception hall when Jack asked.

shot overwhelmingly high so he

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 powerful in Silverland Group. So today, he bought a pack of premium cigarettes specifically

aren't you supposed to be working, lazybones? Good

said, offended with

Jack was stunned.

am I the lazy one when you're already half an hour late? How am I the one neglecting my duty? Besides, why did you take my cigarette pack and put it in your pocket if you

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

guy in contrast to Jack. What a cheeky

with anger. If Peter hadn't had powerful background and if he hadn't been so strong, Jack would have punched him

were both stifling their

'Peter is so dreamy.'

throughout the day. It seemed as though they had

it on work,

work, Peter. We want to treat you to dinner!" Shelly told him sweetly as their

I mean, " Peter said slyly. He'd never refuse such

Peter shyly. As for Lisa, she almost hid under the

the parking lot, he noticed that the BMW parked beside his motorcycle was struggling to

a hard time manoeuvring with his

Peter smirked. Instead of removing his motorcycle, he stood back, crossed his arms, and watched

patience. 'Whose damn motorcycle is this? It occupies half of the space and it's parked too close to

simple to do, but as a new driver, it was

forward and backward several times, each attempt failing. 'AGGGH!' she said in her frustration. As she was about to get off the car to remove the motorcycle out

realized who he was,

at? Piss off or I swear I'll run you over!" Clair yelled at Peter, rolling

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

infuriated. How dare this bastard mock her and her driving skills!

Peter's old motorcycle. Then she backed her car and

that? My motorcycle was parked

motorcycle to inspect

who the asshole owner of the motorcycle was. Had I known it was

zoomed away with her

Stop!" Peter jumped on his motorcycle and started to