My Secretary Is A MILLIONAIRE

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"Nice to meet you, Ms. Chevelle, in a more decent opportunity." He smiled sweetly and tilted his face while looking at Chevelle whose face is turned around from Rexzel.

"Why don't you please show your supercalifragilisticexpialidocious face." He blinked cutely pleasing Chevelle even if she is not seeing it. His intertwined fingers slid and joined his fingers together.

"Supercalifucking what?" Chevelle finally faced Rexzel as she heard what Rexzel termed her.

Rexzel chuckled while placing his index finger on his nose, facing downwards and slightly swinging his office chair.

This is the next day from the bar night they first met. Ryuko made a formal letter for Rexzel to have this matter talked out police-free. So Rexzel submitted and invited them the next day to his office.

"You know, you should be thankful for you friend Ryuko. If it wasn't for her you're good as a prisoner right now."

"I'm hella thankful to her just so you know, mister." she said emphasizing the last word.

"That's good, but don't let it slide to your mind that you should be sorry for me. I let you get out of the trouble you made by wrecking my $ 4 million dollar Lambo just so you know, miss." he emphasized the last word mocking Chevelle. And again, he smiled sweetly to her.

CHEVELLE'S POV

Why the fuck he keep doing that smile. It's so not cute for his information. It's annoying. Duh.

I rolled my eyes to him and turned my face away again.

"Miss Chevelle, I'm nervous. You do still remember that you destroyed my car, right?"

"FUCKING YES!! Can you stop reminding me! I'll pay you the exact amount you used to buy that fucking car!!"

Argh, I'm losing it again. Why did I let my emotions control me last night. This should be the day I go to Palawan but just because of that shitty tequila making me wreck million dollar cars!

He chuckled again, why is he so calm about this issue? Well, frankly speaking, If that was my car I'd be on fire. On the other hand, me destroying his car doesn't really get to me. No guilt, gurl. At least I released some stress from doing so. I shrugged.

"You know, wala talagang guilt na dumadaloy ngayon diyan sa katawan mo eh noh?" He said in a smug face while grinning. What the fuck is he blabbering?

I tilted my face curious of what he just spitted out from his shitty mouth.

"No, nothing. I just want to let you know, there's no amount could compare to the value of Leo. It was as fresh as a freshly picked tomato, and only 10 units of that exact same car was launched I cannot just buy another one when I could actually could even without you paying for it."

Then what the fuck am I supposed to do here? I glared at him as I furrowed my brows.

"Then let me go, fuck it."

"Can you just please stop saying that f word even just 1 minute."

Is he fucking saying I shouldn't fucking speak? He's a jerk.

"Honestly speaking, if the value of that fucking car of yours is incomparable, then why bring me here? What am I supposed to be here? A fucking entertainment to you? No. Fuck no!"

"No, no, no an entertainer is what you're supposed to be" he wagged his head at the same time waving his hands no.