All Chapters of Too Late To Apologize, Mr. CEO: Chapter 101 - Chapter 105

“So, give,” I said. “Tell me how you did it.” I tilted my head and gave Derek my most winning smile. He leaned back in his chair, still favoring his lower back. For a moment it seemed like he’d stand on his dignity and wouldn’t answer me, but he gave up with a sigh.“Right,” he said quietly. “Well, it turned out that getting those reservations was more difficult than I anticipated.” He looked off to the side, his expression haunted.I followed his gaze, but it was just a guy dressed as Pikachu. Nothing to look so traumatized about. In the background the children were eating fried rice served in the shape of a star and entering a state of food-induced bliss. The chaos had settled into a low hum of contented chewing. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping. “Yesterday, Kimura told me the only way he’d give me a reservation for nine people…” He looked down, covering his eyes with his hand. “Was if I filled in for his sick busboy.”I stared at him. Derek—the man who wore silk shirts be

I felt the blood drain from my face. I’d pretty much accepted that I’d never have a real family. At least, I knew I’d need to create my real family. Emma was my family. Ethan. Even Derek. Now this woman was telling me she was my long-lost relative. Blood of my blood. Someone who could give me a solid base to stand on. Tell me about my history. I almost didn’t want to believe it. It would hurt too much to find out it wasn’t true.Lady Althea had been watching me closely. I had the feeling that she could read every thought that crossed my mind.“We received a letter,” she said. “An actual letter! I was delighted.” She reached into her purse and took out an envelope. She slid it across to me.High-quality paper, lightly textured. Bänziger Law Group, Basel, Switzerland. “I know these people,” I said. I opened the letter and skimmed its contents. “Your daughter Charlotte…” “taken in by the Brooks family…” “now living in…” I put it down on my desk with numb fingers.“They sent us a lock o

“Savannah darling, look at this letter we got!” My mother was practically vibrating with excitement. She waved a letter in my face and I grabbed it. The paper was heavy and cream-colored. There was a crown at the top of the page, along with a coat of arms. Frogsham Manor. Cheshire.I scanned it quickly.“We would like to extend our most sincere thanks…” “your tireless dedication and parental love…” “the remarkable young woman our granddaughter, Claire, has become…” “You will always have our deepest respect and friendship…”“What the fuck is this?” I crushed the letter in my fist, fighting the thick, heavy paper to do so, and tossed it on the floor. “It’s from Claire's real grandparents. They’re earls!” Mom was grinning from ear to ear. “Brian! Brian, come look at this!” She picked up the crumpled letter and smoothed it out. My father took it carefully. He pointed to the top of the letter, smiling, “Look, they have a crest! ‘Luctor et emergo’” he read out. “What does that mea