บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Shawn gestured at the finance manager. ‘Wayne, lock the door.’The heavyset man with wire-rimmed glasses hesitated for half a second, then obeyed. The lock turned with an ominous click that suggested this was not going to be a fun conversation.The HR manager, Daryl Koh, pulled down all the blinds in quick succession. The room darkened instantly.I stepped back, on guard. ‘What is this?’Shawn smiled, all teeth and nerves. ‘Don’t worry, Miss Galloway. It’s just a precaution. The request you made just now... well, it’s not the kind of thing we want spreading around.’‘Why not?’ I asked. The office was suddenly far too big, far too quiet, and filled with men who either outweighed me or outmuscled me.‘You see, here’s the thing.’ Shawn rubbed his palms together. ‘Those two you asked about, they used to work here, but that was a long time ago.’‘Oh?’ I said, keeping my voice light while my mind calculated exits, angles, and whether the decorative paperweight on his desk would crack a skull

The minute I saw who walked through that door, my brain short-circuited.Marcus bloody Tay.Of all the names I’d considered for Shawn’s mysterious partner in crime, Marcus was not one of them.I’d suspected Jaclyn for a while, but she was too busy chasing Lochlan around and probably didn’t know half the staff at her own company.I’d thought maybe HR or Finance.But the Head of Procurement hadn’t even crossed my mind.He looked pleased with himself. ‘Surprised to see me?’I tried to open my mouth, but it was taped shut.Marcus laughed, that nasal little chuckle I’d always found irritating at meetings. Then he shook his head at the sight of my bound wrists and ankles. ‘Stupid Shawn. Only he’d tie up a delicate lady like this.’Delicate lady. I’d like to see him say that again after I got my hands free.He pressed a switch. The bulb above us flickered to life, revealing a room that looked as if tetanus had taken up residence. Corrugated steel walls lined with warped plywood, a floor the c

When I arrived at the factory, most of the staff were already assembled.The air was heavy with confusion and resentment, which was understandable, given that I had pulled them from their beds with the instruction that anyone who failed to appear would be immediately terminated.Jaclyn had not stopped talking during the entire drive. ‘She’s probably bar hopping,’ she said. ‘Maybe she’s making out with some random guy right now and that’s why she’s not picking up. And you’re dragging the entire company out of bed over a secretary? Who is she to you? Since when do you care so much about a mere secretary?’I didn’t answer. Experience had taught me that silence was far more effective than argument when dealing with her.Cary Grant was close behind me, glowering at anyone who so much as looked in his direction.He had insisted on coming the moment he learnt Hyacinth might be missing, and his insistence had quickly escalated into a demand.‘She doesn’t lose track of time, she doesn’t get los

I clutched the doorframe, because if I didn’t, my legs would probably fold like wet paper.Every inch of me hurt. My feet were sliced open, my clothes plastered to my skin, and I was fairly sure my hair looked like a drowned cat that had given up on life.Still, I wasn’t going to collapse. Not yet. Not before I saw those bastards hauled off in handcuffs.‘Hyacinth!’ Lochlan spun around. Relief lit his face. He started towards me, arms half-raised like he meant to catch me.But someone else got there first.A pair of arms wrapped around me, tight, desperate, and much too familiar.For one dreadful second, I thought I was hallucinating.Cary?Of course. Because the universe clearly thought I hadn’t suffered enough today.‘Hyacinth! Thank God you’re okay.’ He crushed me to him, then immediately started patting every part of me. ‘You’re bleeding. Jesus, your face—what happened? How did—’‘Perhaps wait until she’s had medical attention before interrogating her, Mr Grant,’ Lochlan said, pryi

Kai stepped out of the room.I could hear him on the phone, talking rapidly to the police.Marcus didn’t look so calm now. His complexion was the colour of wet cement, and sweat beaded on his forehead. His breath came out in short, ugly gasps.Then, in true cowardly fashion, he whirled on Shawn, his eyes blazing, and smacked him so hard that his handprint bloomed crimson across Shawn’s cheek.‘You fucking idiot! Why didn’t you leave the country like I told you?’ Marcus roared, his voice cracking with panic.Shawn stammered, his eyes wide. ‘I… you said you were only going to scare her! I never agreed to murder!’The two men grappled immediately. Shawn shoved at Marcus’s chest, their shoes scuffing against the carpet in a desperate, frantic noise.I looked at Lochlan, expecting him to signal Cameron to intervene.Lochlan remained perfectly still. ‘They deserve it,’ he said, almost as an explanation to me.Cary flew over the conference table, clearing the surface with terrifying ease. He