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Queenie bowed her head in embarrassment for a few seconds before replying, “The shoes I wore yesterday were too dirty. I already threw them out.”

Nigel stared at her in exasperation. He had no idea why he put himself through all this trouble. It could’ve just ended with him letting her stay at his place for a week before shooing her away, so why did he even agree to give her a job as well?

“Forget it. Let’s just go to the hotel.” He opened the door to his sports car before calling out to her, “Get in.”

“Thank you, Mr. Manson!” Queenie replied at once. She was beginning to feel bad about everything. Just last night, she even threatened to start a protest in front of his hotel!

I never would’ve expected Mr. Manson to be a pretty decent man and a rather forgiving one to boot!

After getting into the car, she started apologizing again, “Mr. Manson, I need to apologize to you. I threatened you last night by saying that I would bring a banner and start a protest in front of your hotel, but it was just something I blurted out in the heat of the moment. Please don’t take it to heart!”

Nigel cocked his eyebrows and turned to look at Queenie. She flashed him a smile and said, “Someday, I’ll do my best to repay your kindness for taking me in.”

He didn’t feel like talking. He felt like his ears had been buzzing all morning. Usually, he was the only one in the house, and thus he was used to having complete silence, which suited him perfectly.

The hotel he took her to this time was Manson Group’s main hotel located in the city center. The one where Queenie had caused a scene was part of the chain and situated in a different location. Beneath the glow of the morning light, the hotel’s brilliant facade seemed to take on a golden hue that made it look even more majestic as if it were a grand palace.

Meanwhile, Queenie had already gaped in awe at the sight of the magnificent hotel, while at the same time, she was still in somewhat disbelief that she got a ride from the heir of the Manson Group himself.

“Your family’s hotel looks so luxurious!” She marveled.

For some reason, Nigel was pleased to hear those words coming out of her mouth. His lips curved into a faint smile as he pulled into his designated parking spot ever so elegantly.

The security guards immediately greeted him politely, and the doorman came over to welcome him as well. Their actions made it feel as if a prince had arrived.

“Good morning, Mr. Manson,” said the manager who came over to greet Nigel.

The manager, Faye Loughlin, glanced at the woman standing beside Nigel and wondered, Did Mr. Manson get a girlfriend?

“Ms. Loughlin, arrange for her to work at the concierge,” Nigel instructed Faye.

Faye was a little taken aback. She’s not his girlfriend? Is she just an employee he selected personally?

“What’s your name, miss?” Faye asked Queenie.

Queenie smiled and replied, “My name is Queenie Silverstein.”

Nigel eyed Queenie’s shoes and instructed Faye once more, “Find her a pair of suitable footwear, along with a cell phone.”

“Yes, Mr. Manson.” Faye quickly acknowledged with a smile.

After glancing at Queenie one last time, Nigel strode off toward the elevator lobby.

Queenie had a look of surprise as she watched Nigel leave. Faye took it all in and couldn’t help but probe with a smile, “Miss Silverstein, do you mind if I ask how you’re related to Mr. Manson?”

“Uhh… I’m… I’m a distant relative of his… a cousin of sorts…” Queenie came up with a random response.

“Uhh… I’m… I’m a distant relative of his… a cousin of sorts…” Queenie came up with a random response.

Though, what she didn’t know was that this random reply of hers led to her receiving far better treatment from Faye.

Faye brought her to a changing room and gave her a uniform before instructing her to familiarize herself with the hotel first. Faye also gave her one of the hotel’s staff handphones. Once Queenie took the phone, she felt like calling home.

However, she reminded herself that it had only been a day since she left the house. She couldn’t give in so easily. I should at least wait until I have a stable job here before letting them know that I’m doing fine!

“Queenie, you do fit the bill of requirements for those working at the concierge. Tell you what, I’ll assign you to the concierge as a trainee first. This is company policy as all new employees need to go through a three-month training period before they can be given an official role.”

“Sure. That’s fine with me. I’m open to taking on any tasks required of me.” Queenie nodded in agreement. She saw this job as the start of her journey to being independent.

Faye led Queenie back to the main lobby and handed her off to another employee who would be her direct supervisor.

“Susanna, I’m assigning Queenie to you as a trainee. From today onward, you’ll be in charge of her training.”

Susanna Conklin had just seen Queenie coming into the hotel with Nigel, so she was warm and friendly as she replied, “No problem, Faye. I’ll take good care of Queenie.”

This was the first time Queenie had a proper job. She was determined to work hard and make something of herself. At the very least, she wanted to be able to support herself.

“Queenie, what’s your relationship with Mr. Manson?” Susanna asked quietly.

“I’m a distant relative of his—a cousin of sorts.” It was much easier to give this answer now that it wasn’t her first time doing so. Susanna smiled even wider as she thought to herself, Here I was worrying that she was Mr. Manson’s new girlfriend! Gosh, I was so afraid that was the case! Well, if she’s just family, then I still have a shot.

Queenie had a good head on her shoulders and was quick in picking up the tasks as well. Susanna was also shocked to see how fast of a learner she was. From the looks of it, she would be able to handle the job herself way before three months of training were over.

One of the young women working as a greeter started getting a stomach ache, so she turned to Susanna and said, “Susanna, can you take my place for a bit? I need to use the restroom.”

Susanna didn’t want to be standing on her feet for so long, so she turned to Queenie. “Queenie, go and cover for her.”

“Alright!” Queenie got up from her seat and stood in place by the main entrance with three other female employees. Soon after she took the position, a flurry of footsteps rang out from the elevator lobby. Five stern-faced middle-aged men came out with Nigel at the helm. The men carried themselves in a serious manner that made it clear they were the company’s senior executives, while Nigel’s figure and handsome features made him look more like a model instead.

Even so, Nigel still had an imposing aura that made it obvious he was in charge.

The moment he got to the main entrance, he spotted Queenie standing nearby. Although she wore the same uniform as all the other pretty young women working as greeters, there was still something unique about her presence that made him pick her out of the crowd right away.

All of a sudden, he realized that the silk scarf she wore as part of her uniform was a little crooked. He had an obsessive-compulsive streak which got the better of him as he stepped over to her. She was alarmed, and before she knew what was going on, he started rearranging her scarf with his long, slender fingers.

Queenie gulped. She froze as she looked up at him. Nigel had a serious expression on his face as he carefully adjusted her scarf. She took in his arched eyebrows, dark, glittering eyes, high-bridged nose, and tempting lips. He has the ladykiller features, she remarked in her mind.

The other three greeters sorely wished their scarves had been crooked as well so that they could have Nigel adjust theirs for them.

Queenie’s heart rate was soaring through the roof. This was her first time having a man arranging her scarf for her so intimately right in public.

“Thank you, Mr. Manson,” she said politely once Nigel stepped back with a satisfied look.

He glanced at her. “Make sure you always look presentable.”

“Yes, Mr. Manson,” she promised at once.

Nigel finally left with the other men, and as soon as he was gone, everyone turned their gazes onto Queenie. All the employees in the lobby had witnessed everything that took place, and she nearly drowned in their looks of envy.

She cleared her throat awkwardly.

“It’s obvious that someone did it on purpose!” A harsh voice rang out all of a sudden.

Queenie looked across to see a pretty but mean-looking woman staring at her scornfully.

“I think everyone has misunderstood this. I didn’t do it on purpose,” Queenie quickly defended herself.

“Stooping to these tricks just as soon as you started the job, huh? I don’t think you’re here to work. You’re here for Mr. Manson!”

“That’s right.”

For the sake of clearing things up, Queenie had no choice but to use the same cover story again. “Please don’t get the wrong idea! I’m just his cousin.”

The greeters who had been clouded in jealousy just moments ago immediately gasped in shock. “You’re Mr. Manson’s cousin?”

“Yeah, albeit a little distantly related, so please don’t misunderstand anything.” Queenie could tell that all the unmarried women working in this hotel had a crush on Nigel. To avoid being the target of their jealousy, she figured it would be best to lie and say she was his cousin.

Sure enough, her words wiped off the looks of intense jealousy in the eyes of the three female employees who were glowering at her earlier. It explained why Nigel had personally adjusted her scarf for her.

Naturally, such things spread like wildfire among the employees, and at the very least, Queenie no longer had to suffer from similar misunderstandings.

At Silverstein Residence.

When Maggie woke up in the morning, she began to worry about her eldest daughter. There had been a thunderstorm last night, and Queenie had run off just like that. I wonder if she got caught in the rain.

“Mom, are you worried about Queenie? I’m worried about her too, but none of my calls are getting through.” Bonnie came downstairs and hugged Maggie. “It’s all my fault. She ran away from home because of me.”

“It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself. I’ll get your father to look for her.” Maggie patted Bonnie on the hand affectionately.

“Mom, if it means Queenie will come back, I can just move back in with my adopted parents! Queenie won’t be happy if I stay here in this house.” Bonnie looked as if she were wallowing in guilt.

“Oh, you silly child. Don’t say such ridiculous things. Both your father and I consider you our most precious baby. We spent two decades looking for you, and we’re not going to let you leave us again.” Maggie hugged Bonnie. Moments ago, she had been worried about Queenie, but right now, the only one she cared about was Bonnie.

Bonnie smirked smugly. She would be the happiest person alive if Queenie never came back!

It’d be even better if she died while out there. That way, the entire Silverstein Family’s fortune will be mine.

Just then, Bonnie’s phone started ringing. She checked to see that it was Leslie calling, so she happily said to Maggie, “Mom, give me a minute to answer this.”

Bonnie walked out into the garden before answering. “Have you reached, Leslie?” she asked sweetly.

“I’m almost there. I’ll take you to a nice restaurant later.”

indulging in all

even more thrilled that she didn’t have to see

came to an end, and it was time

lot of new information for the other half. At last, it was 6.00PM, and everyone started getting off work. Some went home, while others had dates that

meal nor pay for a night at a motel; she had no single cent on her. She had never felt this lost and helpless before. Although her parents would come and get her if

was down in

she was just being stubborn! She wanted to prove that

She didn’t know where he was or where his house was. After recalling how kind he had been to her so far, she didn’t feel

just stay here for the night! The hotel will provide breakfast tomorrow morning, and I can think

home after dinner and started driving back to his place. He turned the music up while driving and began to enjoy his alone time as usual when all of a sudden, he started getting the feeling

off work by now. Where did she go? Did she go home? But she did

was telling him to forget about Queenie, but his hands had already started steering the car toward

pretty good idea of where he could find her. If she were still in the hotel, there was only

started checking every single one of the staff lounges until he finally found Queenie all curled up and fast asleep on the couch

light in the room cast upon her, her pretty features looked all the

have been very different if another man had

Wake up.” Nigel started calling out

to resort to physical means. He started

at last. She shot up straight on the couch and looked at the man in front

her eyes gave way to a look of child-like surprise. “It’s you! Are you here to pick me

came out of her mouth made her seem like an abandoned puppy that had grown to rely on Nigel. He felt a pang in his heart. Is she really that ecstatic that I’m here to pick

up and said coolly, “We have rules in this hotel.

words didn’t affect her sense of joy in any way. She felt as if someone had extended a warm hand

floor when she suddenly fell back onto the couch. Nigel, who had just turned to leave, turned his head around to look at her. He frowned and asked,

embarrassed to look him in the eyes. She massaged her calves and said, “My legs have gone numb from the way

waited patiently for her legs to recover their strength. After a while, Queenie hurried back on her feet again as she was

followed him down to the lobby, and as they strode across the grand hall,

about it anymore because even those on the night

and wasn’t going to steal

began to rumble. She clutched her stomach awkwardly and asked hesitantly, “Have you eaten dinner

hands rested elegantly on the steering wheel as

almost 9.00PM. Who else would’ve gone without

possible for me to make a somewhat unreasonable request?” Queenie

request? What’s

the point. “Can I

practice.” He denied her request without missing a beat. He wasn’t

food? I’ll pay you back once I get my salary. Oh, and with interest too.” She was raised in a fairly decent family environment, which resulted in her being bold enough

to ask a man like Nigel to lend them money. They were too afraid of

why he decided to take her in. It was to get his revenge, not for the sake of

the window. Her eyes lit up

low that she needs to borrow money from me now. Sounds like she’s

he remarked, “You can just

on her face. “There’s no way I’m doing that. My Dad kicked me out of the house. I have to

of it now, that’s not something you’re capable of.” Nigel shot her down right away. Queenie bit her lip and glared at him. Does he find it fun to put a damper on my spirits? I don’t expect him

out the window. At

but to try and negotiate with her stomach, “Can you be

so Queenie’s plan was to hold out

childish women before, but he had never seen one as silly and amusing as her. Suddenly, he

stared dazedly at the restaurant for a few seconds before turning to him. “Are you buying

let you eat up all of my

off. Although he always had a cold and indifferent look on his face, she couldn’t deny that he had been

car and smiled at him. “Mr. Manson, you’re only cold on the outside. If you show a little more gentleness, I’m sure

bumped into Nigel’s back, thanks to

steps backward and rubbed her slightly sore nose

and warned coolly, “Stop talking so much if you want

talk about getting a girlfriend. He had no intention of getting one as he considered a girlfriend to be nothing but a nuisance

a woman for two years once. Yet, she was now his cousin’s wife and had just given birth a second time. Ever since then, he realized that life as a single man was pretty fulfilling too. Therefore, over the last few years, apart from taking over the

Was I talking too much?

until the food was served at their table. However, her expression became a lot livelier once the food showed up. She rubbed her

eating, so he only ordered enough food for

only ones sitting in the restaurant’s large dining area. One happily stuffed herself with food while the other sat quietly playing

on her hand and stared at Nigel, who was still engrossed in his game. In that instance, it struck her that he was quite a good-looking man. He had an excellent figure to go with his handsome features. The only thing that was less than satisfactory about him would be his somewhat

was strange that a guy like him was still single. She had seen a lot of tabloids attempting to make their fortunes by reporting on various rumors

fully focused on his game when he felt a pair of eyes on him. He could feel the intensity of

phone away and eyed Queenie

didn’t feel embarrassed in the slightest. She nodded her head and

He was speechless.

that, but the way she was ogling at him made him

lock the door to his room last night. He made

heading back down to the car. She followed him into the elevator and

she kept burping from time to time.

chuckling. Even when they got to the car, she was still burping, so he passed her a

a chance to eat, so she had to eat as much as she could! Her burping died down after drinking some water, and now that she was full, she began to feel sleepy again. Her eyes began

sleeping beauty beside him. The street lights softened her features and made her look like a delicate fairy who had never seen the evils of the world. One look at her and everyone could tell that this woman grew up in a

didn’t even notice when the traffic light had turned green. He snapped out of

Queenie, she slept soundly and didn’t wake up throughout the entire

hotel, a couple came to book a room, and the receptionists working at the reception desk kept sneaking glances at the female guest.

leave? Why did she come back to book a

they didn’t try to greet her because the name on the

toward the elevators, one of the

I nearly said hi to her. Thank

think

be right. Both their last names

immediately fell silent. After all, they weren’t supposed to gossip about guests at the

an expensive dinner and gave her a gift as well. Now, she was going to spend a romantic night with him at the hotel’s presidential suite. This was the best life she could

Queenie’s fiancé. The fact that she had snatched him away from Queenie made her even more pleased with

can break off my engagement to Queenie next month. When the time comes, the first thing I’ll do is arrange our engagement, and then I’ll start preparing for our wedding,” Leslie announced eagerly. He was thirty, and it was time for him

was a little stiff. Leslie couldn’t wait to get married, but

him. She enjoyed being pampered and doted on without being shackled by marriage. Furthermore, she recalled that Queenie had gotten involved with

flashed him a seductive smile and hooked her arms around his neck

respond in kind, and never once did

…

and turned off the engine. He looked at Queenie, who

When she realized they were in the basement parking lot at his place, she smiled and

it were the most natural thing in the world—as though this was

Nigel that she wasn’t at all shy about going to his place. They were complete strangers. Did she trust

devilish glint. He wanted

the elevator. As soon as she got in, she saw the man inside the elevator

at him. “Why

tugged at his collar with a hungry expression as he

Ding!

guest room before raising his arms

me off just like that? She blinked at him and seemed to have mustered up the courage to make a bold

let’s

shot back down as he took

get married! Then, we elope!” Queenie

to be dumbstruck. “Is that some kind of a

one who started joking around,” Queenie retorted with a look of innocence. Then, she grew serious and said, “Mr. Manson, wouldn’t it

expect to be the one getting a shock. It wasn’t fun anymore. “Queenie Silverstein, you can stay here in my house, but don’t even

watched him head off into his bedroom. She chuckled

of bed and hurried over to his door to lock it. It was only then that he finally returned to bed with a

Queenie was

The next morning.

and opened her door to find a bag of clothes outside the room. A warm, fuzzy feeling blossomed in her heart. That man has

thoughtful

bedroom opened, and the two of them stared right at

it for her. The only person who could enter his house so early in the morning and

Queenie happily took the clothes and went back inside the room

Ten minutes later.

enjoying a cup of morning coffee when he heard footsteps coming down from the second floor. He saw a woman dressed in a long, green dress that made her look like a forest nymph who just came out of

seconds before snapping out of it. Immediately, he turned away his gaze as

Can you drop

glanced at his watch before setting his coffee mug down. He grabbed his keys and headed toward the

Queenie followed closely behind.

…

Group’s

phone had been off the whole time. Brandon got so anxious that he filed a missing person report with the police, and Maggie called Bonnie

then woke Leslie up, and the two of them got

Bonnie could sense just how extravagant the Manson Group’s hotel was. All she could think about was what it would be like if she were to become Mrs. Manson someday.

a man and a

Nigel Manson. And

finished checking out of the room. He had just walked up to Bonnie and was about to pull her into his arms to leave when she

rushed over to Queenie. “Queenie! Here you are! Mom and

heard someone calling out to her all of a sudden. She looked up and saw Bonnie

have to bother guessing. They must’ve come to the hotel to spend the night together again. Neither of them showed any respect for the fact that she

but she swayed her hips and strutted

curiously at Bonnie as he found