Undercover The Sole Heir のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Julian looked at the sleeping Jemima with gratitude for the stranger's presence. After that, he stood up, turned off the light, and slept in the place Jemima had prepared. They fell asleep without realizing it, and Julian felt as if he was hypnotized by the comfort of the floor mattress, even dreaming sweet dreams. Last night was such a memorable night for Julian, and he had never slept so soundly before. As the morning sun began to shine into the room, he woke up with a growing sense of awe within him. "Thank you, God, for today," Julian said gratefully. For a moment, he looked at the serene face of Jemima, who slept like a baby. With his initiative, Julian wanted to offer something to both of them while enjoying the fresh morning air. Julian left the house carefully, not wanting to disturb Jemima so that she could continue to rest in peace. Shortly afterward, Jemima also woke up and was surprised to find Julian's bed neat and empty. She looked for him throughout the room, but J

"Get up, let's hurry," said the woman as she took Julian's hand, and helped him to stand back up. "What are you doing? What's going on?" the woman asked kindly, patting Julian's dirty shirt and smoothing it. "Jemi? Do you work here?" asked Julian, somewhat surprised that the gentle woman looked familiar to him. Jemima just smiled and nodded. "What's wrong? Why are you in front of this hotel?" Before Julian could answer, their tranquility was interrupted by someone's sharp voice. "Miss Jemima, is this your friend?" asked the hotel guard in a condescending tone, recalling the previous incident with Julian. "Oh, yes, Mr. Hans. I'm sorry if his presence disturbs the peace of the hotel, I'll take him away immediately," said Jemima uncomfortably. "Since when do you know people like this?" asked the guard named Hans Johnson, implying his low opinion of Julian. Julian inwardly wondered about Hans' statement. What kind of lowly human resources does this hotel employ? he thought. "Exc

"Oh, don't you like that? How about the presidential suite?"Jemima remained silent, not reacting to the strange question."Haha, if you're interested, we should plan a schedule. Do you want to stay there?"Diego asked such an inappropriate question, making Jemima feel like she was starting to get angry. How could an Assistant Manager talk like that to an intern?"Come on, Jemima, don't pretend. If you sleep with me, maybe I can hire you as a permanent employee," Diego said as he whispered in Jemima's ear."That's enough, Mr. Diego. You shouldn't talk to me like that, or I___""Or what, Ms. Jemima?" cut in Diego, trying to be defiant."Report me?""To where and who cares."Jemima fell silent, helpless and afraid to stand up to a man like Diego."Think about it, meet me in the VIP room later," Diego continued."How long have you been staying in the VIP room, Mr. Diego?" a man's voice suddenly interrupted Diego's words."Oh, who are you, Miss?" the man asked as he approached Jemima."Si

Jemima was still trying to find an opening to escape because she didn't want to deal with Ian anymore, but the man seemed very determined and earnest. "Please." "Just the two of us." Ian continued to confirm. The other car horns honked several times and made a commotion; they seemed annoyed because their way was blocked by Ian's car. "Get in, quickly!" Ian exclaimed. Jemima finally relented after she looked around. "We'll talk at Cafe Vascos," Jemima replied as she turned around and returned to the hotel. "Shit!" Ian exclaimed as he hit the steering wheel of his car, though he eventually swerved to follow where Jemima was going. "Wait, Jemima," called Ian after he hurriedly exited the car; he didn't even care when the hotel attendant told him to park inside the basement. "Sir, I have a few things to do. Please allow this car to park here for five minutes." Jemima asked the hotel clerk, who she already knew. The clerk nodded after knowing who was talking, and Jemima l

Jemima expressed astonishment, not believing what she was hearing. "Sorry you're getting into trouble," Julian said. "No problem," Jemima replied without showing the slightest objection. "Alright, I'll buy it later; I'll be out for a while," she continued while getting ready. Julian was confused because they had previously agreed to the crazy idea; he needed to go out tonight to finalise everything. "It's late, Jemima; let's eat in this small room." "This beautiful house," Julian corrected after his faux pas. "No, I didn't go out just to buy food__" "Then?" cut in Julian. "To find clothes for you tomorrow," Jemima replied, blushing slightly. Julian sobered up, finally understanding. "Tomorrow, we'll go out and shop for clothes while adjusting my schedule," she pleaded. "Well, mister independent," Jemima teased. "You should be," Julian replied. "Trust me, tomorrow we'll find some clothes and prepare for the meeting," he added. Jemima sighed, then sat down to relax after