Bogus Billionaire By Shining Riviera

Chapter 289

Kirk lifted a drowsy Caroline back into their home. After helping her with her bath and changing into her pajamas, he tucked her up in bed.

Then, he headed to the study and switched on the PC.

After the screen lit up, his eyes zeroed in on the file containing the Information Quentin had procured for Carolie. He clicked it open.

On the other side of the city, Quentin was busy typing away at his keyboard. He glanced at Adrian, who sat behind him drinking a bottle of

wine.

“Hey, didn’t you say that you were buying me a drink? Why do I feel like you bought it for yoursell?”

Adrian carried on drinking instead of giving him a reply. Later, Quentin let go of his mouse and stood up, waiting for the PC to continue its operation on its own.

He sat down beside Adrian and said, “What’s wrong? That woman doesn’t have eyes for you?” Quentin knew that the Sorkins had arranged a blind date for Adrian.

Adrian took a gulp from the bottle and told him, “I met Caroline today.”

Quentin clicked his tongue. He knew it was about her. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

After taking another gulp of the alcohol, Adrian continued, “She came to the restaurant with her husband today. Every time she mentioned him, she’d always have this proud and blessed look on her face. I

“I’m really curious just what kind of a man he is to be able to make her change so much and become totally different from what she was like when she was little.”

Quentin was stunned. This was the first time he had seen Adrian so upset.

A moment later, he stopped joking and said, “Hey, we’ve known each other for so many years, but why haven’t you talked to me about her in the past?”

“What’s there to talk about?” Adrian smiled bitterly.

“When we were young, they said she was destined to marry Eddy. Later, when I learned that she broke off her engagement with him, she’d already married another man. Maybe we just aren’t meant to be.”

Perhaps it was the effect of wine that made Adrian so open about his thoughts. He slouched on the couch, looking very dispirited and fragile.

Quentin fell silent and grabbed himself a bottle of beer. “Maybe you can try it out with someone else.”

“I’ve thought of this too. It was why I went on the blind date,” Adrian said.

“But do you know what I was thinking when Yvonne talked about handbags, her friends, and her life studying abroad?”

Quentin knew very well that the best thing he could do was lend Adrian an ear, so he kept quiet and waited for him to continue.

“I wondered what Caroline was doing at that time and what she would say if she were the person sitting across from me. Maybe she

wouldn’t say anything at all-”

Just then, a ping came from the PC. It snapped Adrian out of his stupor, stopping him from carrying on with the topic. He glanced up at

the PC.

Quentin set down the beer bottle and walked to the PC.

“Didn’t you ask me to investigate Jack, the UFC wrestler who’s also Caroline’s driver? I’ve started looking into his background and everything related to his personal life.”

He pressed a few keys on the keyboard and sald, “Do you want to come over here and take a look at his profile?”

Adrian stumbled for a bit before regaining his balance and walking toward Quentin. He had sobered up a bit already, but the words on the

screen were kind of blurry.

Alter adjusting the fonts to make the words larger, Quentin moved the cursor and opened the lile. Interesting. He studied at the same school as Caroline.”

As he spoke, he scrolled downward, and the look on his face became more troubled.

Adrian held on to the backrest of Quentin’s chair for support. The longer he stared at the screen, the paler he turned. In the end, he darted Into the bathroom to puke.

Seeing this, Quentin rushed off to get a first ald box and went through it to get something to relieve Adrian of the hangover. The PC was left forgotten in the living room.

After waking up the next day, Caroline prepared all the documents for the election and took a seat at the dining table.

Kirk sat across from her and asked, “Do you want me to go with you?”

“Nah.” Caroline didn’t hesitate to decline his offer. It wasn’t that Kirk would embarrass her or anything. It was just that she knew those in Evans Group would scorn her if they saw Kirk with her.

She didn’t want him to be exposed to their sharp tongues and sarcastic words. Kirk wasn’t a good–for– nothing person. He was an excellent man.

Smiling. Kirk said, “Are you sure?”

“Yep.” Caroline nodded and held his hands in hers.

“I’ll call you once the results are out, alright?”

Kirk looked down at her hands. Taking advantage of this, he said, “Kiss me once, and I’ll agree to it.”

Laughing, Caroline hooked her arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips. “Happy now?”

Pursing his lips, Kirk pressed a hand at the back of her head and leaned in for another kiss. It was a deeper one this time, and he pressed

on until she gasped for air.

Smirking, he told her, “Our kiss must be as long as this next time.”

A blush crept up Caroline’s cheeks, and she lowered her head to gobble up her breakfast as she pretended not to hear him. Kirk smiled and ruffled her hair.

After they finished having breakfast, Jack drove her to Evans Group.

When she reached, she could sense that the atmosphere was significantly different than before. The languidness in the air was no longer present, and everyone appeared to be in high spirits.

However, the look in their eyes changed when they noticed Caroline. There was animosity when they looked at her.

Despite this, Caroline turned a blind eye to it and made her way to the conference room.

There weren’t many others in the room besides the few employees who were busy placing glasses of water on the table. One of them was Emery Evans.

When Emery saw Caroline enter the room, she couldn’t stop herself from making some sarcastic remarks. “Why, you’ve arrived so early today. Are you worried that you won’t be able to come here anymore after losing the election?”

Laughter erupted in the room right after she finished her sentence. However, Caroline remained composed. “The one who might not be able to come back here is you, not me.”

Sneering, Emery told her, “Stop bragging. I’m an employee here. What makes you think that I won’t be able to come back?”

“Why, it’s simply because,” Caroline approached her and said, pausing at each word.

“I’ll fire you once I assume my position.”

Suddenly fearful of her, Emery’s face paled.

“Aren’t you too full of yourself?” Layla spoke, accompanied by several shareholders. She wasn’t pleased with what Caroline had said.

Laroune shifted her gaze from Emery to Layla.

Besides the two of Layla’s loyal supporters, there was someone else behind her. It was Sloan’s father, Liam Mackey.

Sloan looked at Caroline with a smile that seemed to say that he was mocking her for being too nalve. However, she remained indifferent

and turned her gaze back at Layla. “I have full faith in myself.”

Pashing past Caroline, Layla sat on the chair at the very front of the room and sald. “There’s no use in having faith in yourself. What’s important is what you’re made of.”

“That’s right.” A smile hung on Caroline’s lips as she stared at Layla meaningfully and took a seat across from her.

Later, two other shareholders entered the room. After a moment of hesitance, they sat down beside Caroline.

Soon, it was obvious which of the people in the room were on whose side, although the election hadn’t even started yet.