Marry into Money by Accident novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8
It was late at night when an incoming call startled Lianne awake from her sleep.

In a daze, she felt around for her phone. It scared the bejesus out of Lianne when she looked at the caller ID. It was her boss.

Jolting up, Lianne respectfully accepted the call. “Hello, Mr. Atlas.”

The voice of a strange man came on the line. “Your boss is drunk. Come to Bare and take him home.”

“Who are you?” The CEO should be with his wife at this hour.

Why was he wasted in Bare?

Moreover, why was a stranger making a call with his phone?

“I’m Morgan Quay. Hurry over.” The person then hung up.

Morgan was of the Quay family, one of the four most influential families of Rosewood. Lianne knew that he was Zane’s childhood friend.

It was the job of the personal assistant to bring the drunk CEO home.

Lianne changed into her work attire right away, and without a moment to lose, she took a cab to Bare.

Bar was one of Rosewood’s most exclusive members-only clubs. It was not accessible to the general public.

Morgan had informed the staff beforehand, so somebody attended to Lianne the moment she got out of the cab. Lianne was then led to the Aurelian room. “Ms. Simpson, Mr. Quay, and the others are in here.”

Lianne thanked the attendant and knocked on the door before entering. She saw two couples drinking on the sofa while Zane sat in a corner with a nearly extinguished cigarette between his fingers.

The group of four turned to Lianne upon her entry, not even being covert as they ran their eyes over her.

“You must be Zane’s new assistant. You are pretty. It’s a shame you work alongside an ascetic like him.”

The person who made the comment was Morgan. Lianne recognized him from a photo she had seen online.

The man came from a wealthy family and was good-looking too. He frequently graced the headlines of tabloids. It was hard to keep up with the number of female celebrities he had dated. He was Rosewood’s resident playboy.

Despite Morgan’s flirting, Lianne courteously said, “Hello, Mr. Quay. I’m here to pick Mr. Atlas up.”

Morgan had one hand wrapped around the girl next to him while swirling the wine glass with the other. “Do you have a boyfriend, Ms. Simpson?”

He checked Lianne out like she was a piece of meat, and it did not sit well with Lianne. “That’s a personal question. I don’t have to answer.”

Morgan smiled. “I can be your boyfriend if you don’t have one.”

“Sorry! You’re not my type.” Lianne could not stand rich kids who wanted to sleep with every woman they met. Lianne would not have even given him any attention if he was not Zane’s friend.

Not offended by the rejection, Morgan cheekily smiled. “If I’m not your type, is Zane your type?”

The last thing Lianne wanted was for Zane to take things the wrong way, costing her a high-paying job.

She took a glance at Zane. Thank goodness he was still smoking and had not noticed her arrival.

Morgan said with a smile, “I take your silence that I am right on the money.”

“Mr. Quay, is it hard to learn to respect other people?” These people were narcissists, thinking that all the women in the world would fall for them because they were from money. Morgan probably would do a lot worse in life than her if his parents were not bankrolling him.

“Zane, your new assistant sure has some audacity. The nerve of her,” another man commented. He did not take kindly to Lianne.

Lianne did not know the man, but her guess was that he was Charlie of the Graham family. The Grahams were also one of the most influential families in the city.

Out of the four most powerful families in Rosewood, the Atlases took the lead, followed by the Grahams, the Quays, and the Lamberts.

Zane, Morgan, and Charlie were around the same age. It was said that they grew up together, so they must be close.

“She’s acting on my permission. Do you have a problem with that?” Zane uttered in a thick and deep voice. As everybody’s gaze fell on him, Zane unhurriedly put out the cigarette in the ashtray.

It was Morgan to the rescue. “No. Of course not…”

Charlie gave Lianne a chilling look. The hostility was hard to ignore.