Bossy President: You Are So Bad novel Chapter 66

"Huh?" Is he the handsome guy I saw at the basketball court last time?"

Becca Garcia moved her body a little to ease the pain in her butt.

"What are you looking at? Don't you see it? I'm stuck here." Becca Garcia pretended to push the window.

Alan Lewis chuckled and felt that this girl was more and more interesting. "It's not easy for you to get yourself stuck in the window."

"Stop laughing! Hurry and call someone to save me. If it delays any longer, I will be dried here." Becca Garcia couldn't help but feel sad for himself when she thought that her ending was very likely to be a mummy hanging on the windowsill. "I'm still young, and I haven't lived enough yet."

Alan Lewis raised his hand and touched his nose. He couldn't help smiling and took out his mobile phone.

"Simon." His voice was gentle. "Bring some people to the exhibition hall."

"Just one or two. Don't worry too much." Becca Garcia sighed helplessly. "It's too embarrassing! I've just become famous after the battle. It's not appropriate for me to appear in front of everyone in this way."

Tears of helplessness slid from the corner of her eyes. She looked at the blue sky speechlessly and sighed that her fate was miserable. If Kelvin Lewis knew, he might laugh at her hard.

Soon, Simon Jackon arrived with two security guards. The four men stood there and looked up at her. No one understood why someone could hang on the windowsill.

"Let's go up and have a look." Alan Lewis spoke to Simon Jackon beside him. Simon Jackon pushed his wheelchair and followed the security guard into the elevator.

Looking at the locked door, Alan Lewis raised her eyebrows slightly.

"The second round of the competition has just begun. Logically speaking, there will be a lot of designers coming to visit. It shouldn't be locked." Simon Jackon was also confused. "I'll ask the person in charge here later to check on the surveillance video."

"Right." Alan Lewis nodded, and the security guard cut off the lock with tools. They pushed the door open and went in.

Becca Garcia leaned her head against the window page and watched them walking toward her. She only felt that the man in the wheelchair was like an angel sent by God to save her. His whole body was shining with holy light.

"You go help her personally. Don't hurt her." Alan Lewis spoke to Simon Jackon.

Simon Jackon agreed, and the security guards straightly removed the whole window page. The feeling of oppression finally disappeared. Becca Garcia took a few comfortable breaths, and Simon Jackon reached out and took her off the windowsill.

"Thank you." Becca Garcia's whole body was numb, especially her butt. She sat in that narrow place and got all this pain. She sat on the cardboard box next to her and enjoyed the down-to-the-earth comfort.

"You're really interesting." Alan Lewis looked at her eyes and brows. There were still traces of crying on her face and her nose was also red. She looked as if she would be blessed if she did not die." Don't do such dangerous things next time. There is a fire alarm behind the door. As long as you press it, the security guards will come to save you."

"There won't be a next time." Becca Garcia glanced at the lock thrown at the door and said with a fierce expression, "Don't let me know who locked me here, or I will hang her up on the window."

Alan Lewis smiled, and there was an imperceptible doting look in his eyes.

Becca Garcia recovered and got up. She picked up her notebook and quickly wrote down a string of words on it. "This is my name and phone number. Thank you for saving me. If I can be of help sometime for you, just tell me."

Alan Lewis watched as she tore off the piece of paper and pinched it with her slender fingers. His eyes softened unconsciously.

"Okay." He took the paper.

"I'll go to work first." Becca Garcia waved at him and dragged her still slightly numb legs out.

Alan Lewis watched Becca Garcia disappear from his sight. After a long time, he lowered his head and looked at the paper in his hand.

Her handwriting was like her personality, full of spirits.

"Simon Jackon."Alan Lewis was silent for a long time. Finally, he folded the paper properly and said, "Tell me, how could there be such two people in the world who are so much like each other? They look different, but their expressions and personalities are exactly the same, just like the same person."

"What's the matter?" Kelvin Lewis's voice was full of alienation and indifference.

Mia Moore smiled and took a few steps forward, stopping at a distance.

"I went to visit Uncle Lewis yesterday. He said that you are handling the wedding now, so I want to discuss it with you. Look, let's set the wedding party at Nova. It's our place, so it's convenient to give orders."

Kelvin Lewis's face turned cold. When he looked up again, his warning look grew stronger.

"Last time on your father's birthday, all of you colluded with each other to announce the marriage in front of the media. I just don't want to make things too ugly and hurt the face of two families, but don't know my attitude?"

Mia Moore was shocked by his look, but she still smiled.

"Kelvin, it's normal for you to be annoyed that we didn't discuss it with you in advance, but this is a foregone conclusion. No one can change it."

She found a comfortable seat and sat down, looking graceful.

I know that you don't want to marry me because of Laura Garcia. But as you can see, she is no longer in Heyday Group. I haven't done anything yet, and she was driven away for other reasons. Such a person like her can't be Mrs. Lewis. In a family like ours, there can be no love in marriage, but there must be a benefit. The Heyday Group is now in the power of the Lewis family and the Moore family. You don't want to offend us because of marriage, do you?

Kelvin Lewis put the small medicine bottle into his pocket. He sat up straight, looking taller.

"You know better than me how powerful your Moore family is. Do you think I'm afraid of offending you?" The corners of his mouth were slightly raised with an enigmatic smile, which made Mia Moore feel a little scared.

"The Stewart family founded the Heyday Group. I don't think I need to remind you how your Moore family got in power. However, I'm not Henry Lewis. I don't care about its prosperity or decline. Your so-called leverage is nothing in my eyes."

"At the end of the day, it's because of that little bitch Laura Garcia!" Mia Moore stood up angrily, and the temperament of a socialite instantly dissipated. "Kelvin Lewis, in what way am I inferior to her? We grew up together. Speaking of family background, appearance, and figure, I don't think you can find another one like me in South City. I was told from the moment I was born that I would be your wife. I waited 26 years for this day, but why can't you look back at me even for once?"

"Don't you know why?" Kelvin Lewis's eyes were filled with hatred. "Because the Moore family is also one of the murderers who killed my mother. Do you really think you can hide what you did to the Stewart family in order to gain power?"