My CEO Fiancée Buys Her Guy Assistant a Luxury Car Amidst “Struggling” Business

Chapter 6

Finally, she hugged Tyler back, gently patting his back like comforting a child.

"Wait a little longer," she said.

"It won't be too long."

The two of them cuddling intimately looked exactly like a couple.

I sneered and didn't watch any further.

Back in the private room, after a few more drinks, we called it a night. As we were entering the underground parking garage together, my friend suddenly pulled me in front of a top-of-the-line Porsche and asked if I liked it.

I nodded, not quite understanding.

Thinking it was his new car, I was about to compliment him when my friend suddenly shoved a set of car keys into my hand.

"It's for you," he said.

He winked at me.

"I've been wanting to replace that old car of yours for a long time. It's in such bad shape. Now that you've joined us, it's time for an upgrade."

I was about to refuse, but he seemed to already know what I was going to say and went straight to the point: "I heard Rosalie gave a car to that new guy in your company. With his terrible skills, he can drive a luxury car, so of course you can't be worse off than him."

"You know, I've seen the stuff that new guy of yours produces. The style is different every time, obviously copied from somewhere. I don't know how he's managed to stay in the company..."

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, but my friend spoke without any filter, complaining non-stop about Tyler.

I remained silent.

What he said was right. All those things were actually done by me and other colleagues in the team.

Almost every time, just as we were about to finish, Rosalie would demand that we hand it over to Tyler.

That's why Tyler's style was always different.

Even my friend, who wasn't in the company, could see through this.

Yet Rosalie somehow couldn't understand.

I thanked my friend and chatted with him for a bit more before heading home.

As I opened the door, I saw Rosalie already sitting on the living room couch.

"Where have you been?" she asked.

She seemed to be in a good mood, her tone much lighter.

The scene of her and Tyler embracing in the hotel flashed before my eyes again.

I felt a wave of nausea.

"Had dinner with a friend," I said flatly, walking straight towards the bedroom.

After just a couple of steps, Rosalie suddenly blocked my way, frowning. "You've been drinking?"

"Didn't we agree that you wouldn't drink when I'm not around?"

I couldn't help but sneer.

The implication was that I could only drink when I was helping her entertain clients.

I didn't say anything.

Rosalie, however, seemed to think of something and suddenly smiled, looking somewhat smug.