The Billionaire's Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

-Vincent-I was in the meeting when Natalie called and told me about what happened to Evelyn’s grandmother. It was a good thing that I asked Carl to go back to the office to pick up some things that I needed for the next meeting. But once Carl gave me an update and her hunch as to what had happened to Evelyn’s grandmother, I decided to reschedule my meeting and let Carl focus on assisting Evelyn. “The doctors advised to keep Miss Anderson’s grandmother for the night to make sure that they didn’t miss anything,” Carl reported. I was glad that Evelyn’s grandmother was fine and that it was nothing serious, but what concerned me was what Carl found out. It seems that Evelyn’s grandmother was scammed. “Make sure to find out what exactly happened,” I told Carl, and I even asked him to make sure that everything that Evelyn and her grandmother needed had been taken care of. My phone rang as soon as I hung up with Carl, I immediately answered thinking it was Evelyn only to be disappointed

-Eve-I was a nervous wreck as I got home. I didn’t expect that Vincent would agree with everything, but he did. He fucking did. I replayed what had happened just an hour ago over and over to see if there was something that I had missed. “So,” I said as I looked at him with a smile, “What do we do now, babe?”I watched as his lips quirked up in a smile as he said, “Aren’t we in a rush, babe.” “I guess, I just want to make sure that things go smoothly,” I answered honestly. “Oh, don’t worry about a thing, because it would,” he replied teasing me once again. “For tonight, go home and rest because you will be very busy starting tomorrow.”“Busy?” I asked in confusion. Not sure if he would give me so many tasks as his executive assistant. “Yup,” he said as he stood from his seat. “Don’t come to work tomorrow. Carl will pick you up at ten in the morning.” I took that as a queue to leave. He led me to the door where one of his cars and Carl was waiting outside for me. Carl opened the

-Eve-It took some time before the bookshop was done. And things had been pretty hectic since then. Vincent enrolled me in several classes that he thought would help me in performing my role well. Aside from my classes, Vincent and I continuously practice how to interact with each other to make sure that we won’t look awkward in front of everyone.It’s been weeks since the last time I saw him. He told me to finish what I needed to finish before our show officially began. He also told me to start letting my grandmother know that I have a new boyfriend because he doesn’t want to surprise her.I also went ahead and made sure that there weren’t any loose ends and no one would bother me and my grandmother again. So I went to the office after I got the money from Vincent to pay for the title of our house only to find out that the police had raided the office and returned all the titles to their respective owners.A part of me wanted to ask Vincent if he has something to do with it, but don’t

-Eve-I have never been invited to an event with more than ten participants.And as much as I hate going to big events I really have no choice about this since it’s part of my agreement with Vincent. “We’re here, Ms. Anderson,” Carl announced as he stopped by the entrance and ran out to open the door for me. As I got out of the car I realized where we were, it was one of the famous hotels in the city. Carl led me inside and I followed him. He stopped in front of a double-door room with two men guarding the entrance. “She is Mr. Beckett’s girlfriend,” Carl explained to the two guards. “The program just started,” one of the guards explained as they looked at me, making me feel unwelcome.“I don’t think you would want to know what would happen once Mr. Beckett finds out that you didn’t let his girlfriend enter the premises.”I wanted to pull Carl away and tell him to just tell Vincent that we’re here and that I’ll just wait outside until the program ends. But the look that Carl has o

-Eve-I waited until we were inside Vincent’s car, trying my best not to let my knees buckle underneath me as I tried to comprehend exactly what had just happened. “What the hell?” I said screaming, surprising not only Vincent but also Carl who was now in the driver's seat. “Why did you do that?” I asked in a calmer voice this time.“I never knew my grandmother would stoop that low,” Vincent admitted. “Why don’t you just go back inside and ask for an apology?” I asked. I would really hate it if one of the richest women in the world hates me so much. “No!” Vincent snapped, his face unreadable. “Just do what you were paid to do.” I was about to retort something rude back at him but decided that this was not the right time. “Where to, Mr. Beckett?” Carl asked. “Let’s take Miss Anderson home first,” Vincent said. The drive home was uncomfortably silent. But none of us said anything. When we reached my house, Vincent was the one who opened the door for me and helped me out. I was