Emery’s gaze lingered on Aubree at the front of the team. ‘She’s truly exceptional now,’ he thought.


    Another few days passed, and Aubree remained as quiet as ever.


    Bowen finally couldn’t take it anymore. He called it a day early. “To Rithol High School,” he ordered.


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    Both Ethan and Samson in the front seats, and Kelvin in the back, immediately snapped their attention to Bowen.


    Needless to say about the two in front. Behind his sses, Kelvin’s eyes sparkled with an excitement he couldn’t quite name. ‘It’s finally happening. Mr. Turner is finally making his move,’ he thought.


    Despite being an elite executive assistant, Kelvin has his hobbies, like devouring bossy CEO romance web novels.


    ‘As Mr. Turner’s elite executive assistant, I’ve got to be his ultimate wingman in love-helping him win over Miss Miller is my top priority,’ Kelvin thought to himself.


    “Mr. Turner, are we really going empty-handed?” Kelvin was practically tearing his hair out. “It’s freezing out. How about we grab some coffee to warm her hands?”


    ‘After all this time apart, and Mr. Turner’s just going to show up empty-handed?’ Kelvin wondered.


    Ethan and Samson chimed in, “Actually, a small cake would work too. Don’t all girls love desserts? Even if Miss Miller doesn’t want it, Mr. Turner, you can always eat it himself.”


    They grinned, clearly giving him an out-he could always say it was for himself if things got awkward.


    ‘It’s really handy for them that Mr. Turner has a sweet tooth, they wondered.


    Bowen’s face twitched as he caught on to what they were insinuating. Sure, he was going to Rithol High School for that reason but they really had to spell it out, which embarrassed him slightly.


    Through gritted teeth, Bowen snapped coldly, “If you want to work overtime, just say so. No need to beat around the bush.”


    Ethan, Samson, and Kelvin immediately shut their mouths in unison.


    “I’m just picking up Alvin from school,” Bowen muttered. “Dad’s been missing his grandson.”


    Bowen insisted defensively, putting on a tough front.


    The three exchanged knowing nces and chimed in unison, “Oh, right, I see.”


    None of them bothered to ask what Bowen was really there for.


    ‘Besides, doesn’t Alvin already have his own driver? Aren’t Simon and Sebastian specifically assigned to him?’ they wondered.


    They saw right through him, but wisely kept quiet-everyone was in on it.


    His ears burning red, Bowen finally relented and told Ethan to drive to Rithol High School.


    They arrived just in time for Rithol High School’s dismissal. Since Aubree didn’t stay for evening study sessions, she usually exited through the main gate.


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    With the car parked by the roadside, Bowen had the perfect vantage point to watch for her from inside.


    Aubree slung her backpack over one shoulder and blended into the stream of students leaving Rithol High School. Every so often, she nced around, as if searching for someone in particr.


    “Mr. Turner, Miss Miller’s out.” The three of them were practically buzzing with excitement, all craning their necks to peer outside-way more worked up than Bowen.


    “So what if she’s out? What’s got you all so worked up?” Bowen said dismissively, though his previously upright posture had already shifted toward the window.


    Just as he was about to roll it down, his brows suddenly furrowed. “Wait? Who’s that?”


    Kelvin was still puzzled when he nced over-his face darkened instantly. “Who is that boy?”


    Ethan scoffed, “He looks like nothing but trouble.”


    “He’s no match for Mr. Turner,” Samson concluded.


    Bowen remained silent, but the storm brewing in his eyes betrayed his foul mood.


    As for Bowen’s earlier excuse about picking up Alvin, well, Alvin had already left in the family car. Not that anyone cared.


    Aubree walked up to a guy with a bright smile. He had a ck backpack slung over his shoulder and was dressed casually, looking just like a typical college student.


    He looked pretty young and was quite good-looking-not on the same level as Bowen or Alvin’s god-tier handsomeness, but still, definitely what one would call a handsome guy.


    Kelvin, studying their expressions and lip movements, guessed, “Miss Miller must know this guy-they seem pretty close.”


    Kelvin couldn’t tell what they were chatting about, but one thing was clear-Miss Miller was absolutely beaming.


    Bowen’s face darkened.


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