Bossy President You Are So Bad

Chapter 10 She Is Not My Mom

Kelly was waiting outside the washroom when Janet ran out and unexpectedly set him up for dumping

her. She made a scene drawing the attention of the whole dining room.

By the time the security guards controlled the situation, Becca was long gone.

Kelly told Kelvin the whole thing warily, scared that he would be punished to drink the water of the

swimming pool. "Boss… Do we need to send someone to get her back?" Kelly asked tentatively.

"No." Surprisingly, Kelvin smiled slightly instead of getting mad. Hearing Kelly's statement, he even

imagined how cute she was when she slipped away with Janet helping her by disturbing Kelly.

"She can't be too far." Kelvin said for certain.

He knew that she had to take it out on those who pissed her off. So she must be about to go back

home messing her family up.

"What about that Miss Wilson?" Kelly got enraged at the thought of Janet. His reputation was ruined by

her, since after all so many people in the dining room were taking the pictures of them with their

phones.

"It's up to you." Kelvin said.

The spoiler combination of Becca and Janet had disastrous power to upset everything they wanted to.

But Janet had to be kept from Becca in case she upset the relationship between Becca and him.

So Kelvin decided to leave the important task to Kelly, who was still single.

Kelvin strode away, ignoring that Mia who was waiting for him.

Mia's smile faded as Kelvin went out of sight. She clenched her fists, her nails deeply digging into her

palms.

Although it was hard to hear exactly what they were talking about, she caught a name sensitively.

Mrs. Lewis…

'Well… So was there a damn woman being with Kelvin?'

In the back seat of the taxi, Becca plonked her head on the window when she was dozing.

Waken by the pain, she touched her forehead and started to wonder why she had a bad dream during

the day.

Too much happened in a day and a night. Was she too pressured to take in all of this?

***

At the house of the Garcia family, the servants were decorating the windows in the living room for the

oncoming wedding. After entering the house, Becca heard the laughter in the living room at a distance.

Just not long ago, Laura had expressed how deeply sorry she was by claiming she wanted to die. But

now they were preparing for the wedding like nothing ever happened!

Maria was pressing a wedding dress on Laura and sizing it up, she smiled so widely that her well

preserved face wrinkled.

"You look so beautiful! You look much better in this wedding dress than Becca."

Hearing her name, Becca trembled and looked them carefully. It turned out to be the wedding dress

that Albert designed for her.

"Put it down!" She roared and walked quickly over.

Laura and Maria were taken aback by Becca and then the wedding dress was snatched by her.

"This is my wedding dress!" Although the dress was designed by Albert, it was Becca who drew the

final version and prepared the materials. They had no right to touch it.

"Becca." Seeing Becca, Laura hid behind Maria, "I… I didn't mean to. I just like it and want to try it

on…"

"Try it on?" Becca sneered, "So you slept with Albert just to try out my future husband for me?"

"What are you talking about, Becca?" Maria screened Laura, "Don't blame your losing your man on my

Laura. It is Laura that is going to marry into the Davis family, and Albert will bring better things in any

case. As for your dress, we're just testing the style. Anyway, you don't need it anymore, do you?"

"Well," Becca had had enough of the two women, "I lose my man? Who can win against you two? You

stole my father and your daughter slept with my fiancé. Fish rots from the head!" Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Shut up!" The noise downstairs interrupted the people who were talking in the study. John and Albert

were standing at the top of the stairs, with Becca's grandparents William and Harrison following behind.

"You are too offensive! She's your mother! How can you talk to her like that?" John went downstairs

and pointed at her crossly.

"She is not my mom. My mom is dead!"

"You!" John was too angry to speak. He flung his hand toward Becca.