Chapter 257

I hugged my arms and walked silently behind Jonathan. He was dragging Reynaldo’s suitcase, indicating they had met before. Reynaldo had just left with Kimberly, leaving me waiting for Jonathan to pick me up—without my knowledge. He wasn't worried I'd leave on my own, or that Jonathan wouldn't arrive. Although, after all, he hated me. Thinking about this made me feel very uncomfortable. We were once close, but now he treated me like abandoned baggage.

Jonathan opened the car door. He looked at me in confusion. “Strange,” he said, “why don’t you ask me where Reynaldo went?” I didn’t say a word. He sat down, fastened his seatbelt, and explained, “Kimberly suddenly felt unwell, so Reynaldo took her away and asked me to pick you up.”

I sarcastically pulled my lips. “That woman wasn’t suddenly uncomfortable; she was uncomfortable all the time!” Jonathan glanced at me skeptically and muttered, “Indeed, Kimberly has been getting sick quite frequently lately.”

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I turned to look out the window, feeling sarcastic. Kimberly often pretended to be unwell—even a blind person could see it, but Reynaldo couldn't. The car started.

Jonathan said, “I will be busy with Reynaldo later, but I will take you to the hotel first. You can rest for a while.”

“Um,” I replied lightly. At that moment, my phone rang. It was Reynaldo. I stared at my phone for a few seconds, then answered.

“Hey, did you call me just now for something?” The man's breathing was slightly heavy, as if he were in a hurry.

“Reynaldo…”

Kimberly’s voice sounded beside me, soft and sweet—simply torture to my ears.

I said lightly, “Nothing, just hung up.” I hung up as soon as I finished speaking. Reynaldo called again soon, but I didn’t answer; I truly didn’t want to hear Kimberly’s voice.

Jonathan glanced at me. “Are you mad at Reynaldo?”

“No, not at all,” I replied with a faint smile. “He is my immediate superior now; how could I dare to be angry with him?”

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“Oh,” Jonathan chuckled, “It’s the first time I’ve seen a secretary who dares to deliberately not answer the boss’s phone calls.” As he spoke, his phone rang. He glanced at it and chuckled at me. “Look, since you didn’t answer, he called me instead.” He answered, even turning on the speakerphone.

“Did the person receive it?”

It was Reynaldo’s voice, his tone strained, as if suppressing anger.

Jonathan chuckled. “Got it, she’s sitting right next to me. Do you want her to answer?”

“No need!” The man coldly said this and hung up.

Jonathan suddenly laughed. “You two have such similar temperaments; it’s like you’re a perfect match.”

I leaned back, eyes closed, not wanting to talk. In less than an hour, the car stopped in front of a high-end hotel. Jonathan handed me the room key and suitcase. “20th floor, the room number is on the key card. Go up by yourself; I’m going to find Reynaldo.”

“Okay.”

I took the key and, seeing him about to leave, couldn’t help but ask, “Is the situation here very tricky?”