I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Audrey could only wait for Terrence to agree to the divorce in person. Things had progressed to this point, and there was no turning back. Only by legally dissolving the marriage would Terrence truly let go and move on with his life.

On the phone, Pete said, “Selene, why don’t you come back first? You can’t stay at their house forever. Even if you owe that woman, you can’t be her substitute for life.”

“Pete, don’t say that,” Audrey replied coldly. “I’ll come back tomorrow. Take care of Dad.”

Pete didn’t say anything more.

Terrence stopped at a pavilion and gazed into the distance, his mind filled with memories of Meredith.

Audrey didn’t follow him. He waited in the pavilion for a long time before finally believing that Audrey had left.

Terrence took out his phone and made a call. “Bring him to the north district. I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Yes, Mr. Sterling,” Rick responded on the other end.

Terrence planned to meet Chris.

Chris had just left the hotel when he was stopped by a group of men.

Chris looked at them warily. “What do you want? Who are you?”

Rick, the leader, said, “Mr. Sterling wants to see you. Let’s go.”

As soon as he heard the name, Chris knew who it was.

He wanted to warn Audrey but had no chance; Rick’s men confiscated his phone immediately.

Chris didn’t resist and got into the car, realizing he couldn’t fight back anyway.

An hour later, Chris sat nervously on the sofa in the living room of a villa in the north district. Several bodyguards stood nearby, watching him closely. He didn’t dare to make a sound.

Rick didn’t say much to Chris; he was waiting for Terrence.

Hearing sounds from the courtyard, Rick knew Terrence had arrived. He stood up to greet him. “Mr. Sterling.”

Terrence walked in briskly, his expression cold and sharp as he glanced at Chris. Just one look made Chris feel guilty and scared.

Even though he had mentally prepared himself, facing Terrence’s imposing presence was overwhelming.

“Mr., Mr. Sterling,” Chris stammered as he stood up.

From this initial impression alone, Terrence looked down on Chris. With such little courage, how could he dare to encroach on his territory?

Terrence sat down while Chris remained standing, not daring to meet his gaze.

Terrence signaled Rick with a look. Rick understood and led the bodyguards out of the room, closing the door behind them.

With only the two of them left in the room, Terrence didn’t immediately confront Chris but leisurely took out a cigarette and lit it.

He didn’t smoke much anymore but had a habit of holding a lit cigarette and watching it burn out slowly.

During this time, Chris stood obediently without making a sound, thinking about how to handle the situation.

Terrence’s silence alone created enough pressure to make Chris’s heart race.

After flicking some ash from his cigarette, Terrence spoke in a cold voice. “Mr. Livingston should know why I’m here.”

Addressing him as “Mr. Livingston” was purely out of his own manners and upbringing.

Chris’s palms were sweaty as he nervously replied, “I-I don’t know.”

Hearing this, Terrence lifted his eyelids, his gaze sharp as a knife, seemingly ready to turn into a real blade at any moment.

Chris trembled and quickly changed his tune. “I-I know! I have nothing more than a normal friendship with Aud… Meredith. Mr. Sterling, I didn’t steal your wife; it’s all a misunderstanding.”

Chris wasn’t lying; Audrey was Audrey and not Terrence’s wife, so technically he wasn’t encroaching on anyone’s territory.

Chris’s words made Terrence’s expression even colder. “How did you two meet?”

“We’ve known each other for a long time; we were classmates back then. Even if she’s changed now, we’re still classmates. Back in school, I was the class president and she was the Chinese class representative. We grew up in the same city. I don’t know how she ended up being your wife.”

Chris deliberately added, “I’m curious too. She didn’t look like this before; how did she become so beautiful now? But she’s definitely Audrey; Mr. Flack even said so.”

These lines were something Audrey had taught Chris long ago because she knew Terrence would eventually come looking for him. They needed an excuse to cover up their story.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

In Chris’s eyes, she could only be Audrey; this way it wouldn’t arouse Terrence’s suspicion because in their hometown she was indeed Audrey-a girl who became Meredith to repay Spencer’s kindness by being his daughter.

Terrence frowned. “She is Meredith-my wife-not some Audrey.”