Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 180: The Big Boss Behind is Mr.

Cheney

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A crowd swarmed to the office windows, standing on tiptoes to look down!

“What a luxury car!”

“Fool, you can’t even recognize a Rolls-Royce!”

“Whose car is this?! Could it be a celebrity visiting our company?”

“Let’s wait and see!”

A noisy group of women gathered at the small window, each craning their necks and pointing.

Several male colleagues who were working heard and rushed over to join in the commotion.

All of a sudden, the office became exceptionally noisy.

On hearing ‘Rolls-Royce,’ Jasmine Yale’s heart lurched.

“Oh my God, such an impressive car, how much must it cost?”

“No no no, it isn’t the car that’s impressive, it’s the plate number! That’s the highlight!”

Upon hearing, everyone immediately shifted their gaze.

Even though the car was parked in the parking lot behind the company, obstructed by a large Ginkgo tree, it did nothing to diminish the commanding presence of the car itself!

Everyone looked at the car’s license plate number and took in a sharp breath.

Such a plate number wasn’t something just anyone could obtain.

Not even a mega celebrity potentially!

“No one has come out of the car yet.”

The crowd strained their necks further, filled with anticipation.

“Right, we can’t see anyone inside.”

“How could possibly see! The owner of such a car must be someone of distinguished status!”

“Let’s keep waiting, surely someone would come out soon!”

“Right, let’s wait and observe.”

Almost everyone in the office was leaning toward the window now, all eyes were on the car.

Jasmine Yale was startled when she heard them talking about the license number.

It indeed was Sylvan Cheney’s car.

He’s here?

“Jasmine, let’s go take a look too!” Xara was also curious and excited, her face full of eagerness!

“I…umm… I have to go to the restroom.”

Jasmine Yale panicked, afraid of bumping into Sylvan Cheney.

She quickly switched off her computer and bolted out of the office.

The door of the Rolls-Royce opened and a man stepped out from the driver’s seat.

Dressed in black from head to toe, he was tall and slim, with his thin lips set in a straight line, his face expressionless.

The crowd gasped: “So handsome!”

“Oh my God, really handsome, such long legs!!!”

“Not just legs, good-looking, and also young.”

“Really, too handsome, just like a young idol.”

“Idols are too juvenile for me, I prefer the mature type!”

A male colleague muttered under his breath: “This is probably the driver, look at you all swooning.”

“Really? Even drivers are this handsome? Why don’t we have anyone this handsome at our company, just a bunch of uglies, hmph!” The girls retorted, looking disgruntled.

“Creating drama.”

“Lol.”

The newly-joined young colleagues were all having a blast, laughing and joking around.

However, everyone’s eyes were still on the car below and the man.

This man was none other than Charles Mcintosh.

Charles Mcintosh moved confidently, heading straight towards the Respected Majesty’s VIP reception room.

The current nominal owner of the Respected Majesty, Mr. Xie, knew about Charles Mcintosh’s arrival and was waiting all respectful and courteous.

“You can leave, I need to make a call,” Charles Mcintosh commanded.

“Yes, yes, CEO Mcintosh.”

Mr. Xie knew that Mr. Cheney was the real big boss behind Respected Majesty, and that Charles Mcintosh was the Vice President, but Charles Mcintosh had given the command not to reveal this.

Not daring to say anything more, Mr. Xie poured him some tea and left hastily.

Charles Mcintosh dialed Jasmine Yale’s phone number.

“Miss Smallie.”

Jasmine Yale saw it was a strange number, she picked it… not expecting this voice!!!

Charles Mcintosh!

“Mr… McIntosh.”

Respectful, cautious, nervous and uneasy.

“It’s me. Where are you? I will come to pick you up..”