The Fake Group Darling Picked a Fight with the Real Boss Chapter 10

The Fake Group Darling Picked a Fight with the Real Boss Chapter 10

Here’s how the rest played out.

Rupert got chewed out big time by his mom at home, and the next day he was dragged over to

apologize to Zoya.

Zoya accepted the apology but made it clear they were never getting back together.

Her exact words were, “I can forgive someone for being stupid, but I’m not wasting another seven years waiting for him to learn what boundaries mean.”

That was when Rupert’s desperate, uphill chase to win her back truly began.

Though that was his own problem to deal with.

As for Sylvie, there was no dramatic blacklisting or public humiliation.

It was just that this circle stopped granting her any special treatment.

Nobody invited her to hangouts.

Nobody picked her up from work.

Nobody covered her tabs anymore.

She posted in the group: [Do you guys not care about me anymore?]

The group went silent like she didn’t exist.

Only then did she get it. A group-favorite status that had to be constantly demanded from others to prove was fake from the start.

Whereas I didn’t need to prove a thing.

My first night back, and everything clicked back into place.

When the party wrapped up and people left one by one, Manuel just sat there in silence, not making a move.

I leaned in and studied him for a moment. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Spill it.

He looked away. “Tonight, you looked at Sylvie longer than you looked at me.’

I went quiet for a few seconds.

“How old are you again?”

“Twenty-seven.”

“A twenty-seven-year-old making a fuss over this?”

“Yeah.”

Completely unbothered by how ridiculous he sounded.

I stared at him for a while, then crooked a finger at him.

“Come on, I’m taking you somewhere.”

Colson immediately went on high alert. “Hold up, what are you up to now?”

I pulled Manuel toward the exit. “Comforting my boyfriend.”

“A normal comfort?”

I turned back and shot him a smile. “Of course.

As for Manuel, he followed me out without hesitation.

Behind us, Trevor marveled, “He really has no fear, does he?”

Colson let out a dry laugh. “What’s there to be afraid of?”

“Over all these years, which storm wasn’t stirred up by her in the first place? And in the end,

isn’t she always the one holding the umbrella for him?”

Outside, the night breeze was crisp and cool.

Manuel asked me, “Where are we actually going?”

I twirled his car keys around my finger

“There’s a racetrack in the suburbs. I booked it for the whole day tomorrow.”

“I owed you a competition from back then.”

“I’m making it up to you this time. However you want to run it.”

Manuel froze for a few seconds, then smiled.

He reached for the keys and took my hand along with them.

“Deal. Though let’s get one thing straight first. If you ever make a decision for me again…”

I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

He tightened his grip on my hand.

“Give me a heads-up first.”

I gave it some serious thought.

“I’ll try.”