Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 35

**TITLE: Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**
**Chapter 35: Threatening Me?**

Timothy had only glimpsed Helen from afar before today, and even then, his observations were tinged with admiration. From a distance, he had noted how her legs seemed to stretch endlessly, graceful and elongated, and her waist appeared impossibly slender, a vision of elegance.

Now, standing mere feet away, the dim lighting seemed to amplify her striking beauty, casting a soft glow that made her look even more enchanting.

“Miss,” he drawled, his voice low and languid as it drifted toward her, laced with a hint of mischief and allure. “Need a hand?”

Though the space between them was minimal, he maintained a respectful distance, hovering just on the edge of propriety.

Helen inhaled deeply, catching a whiff of a crisp, pine-like fragrance that clung to him, mingled with a subtle undertone of tobacco. Her gaze lifted to meet his dark eyes, and in that moment, she felt an unexpected rush of warmth wash over her.

His proximity was both intoxicating and disconcerting, a sensation she wasn’t accustomed to.

With a calm demeanor, she took a half-step back, her expression remaining cool and detached. “No need to trouble yourself, but thank you.”

Her tone was polite, yet it carried an air of distance, as if she were deliberately keeping him at arm’s length.

Timothy chuckled softly, a low, resonant sound that echoed in the air and vibrated through her, drawing her in with its magnetic charm.

“Alright,” he replied, his thin lips curling into a smile that was both playful and enigmatic.

He casually slipped a hand into his pocket and shifted slightly to the side, positioning himself in a way that effectively blocked Sean’s dark, menacing glare.

In that moment, he had unwittingly crafted a barrier, a blend of confrontation and protection that altered the dynamics of the space around them.

Tilting his head, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper meant just for her ears. “Then I’ll look forward to your performance.”

Though they stood only a short distance apart, Helen’s demeanor remained aloof, yet there was an inexplicable chemistry in the air, a strange harmony that seemed to bind them together.

Across the room, Sean’s eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he absorbed the scene unfolding before him.

Helen’s words struck him with an unforgiving force, akin to a sledgehammer crashing into his chest, the impact leaving him breathless and disoriented.

The sight of Timothy’s protective stance ignited a surge of panic and jealousy within him, threatening to unravel his carefully maintained composure.

The room was thick with disbelief, the onlookers frozen in shock as they processed the spectacle.

How could Helen possibly be acquainted with someone like Timothy?

Josh had already been an impressive figure, but Timothy’s presence added an entirely new layer of astonishment.

What was even more infuriating was the fact that Helen had brazenly turned down Timothy’s offer of assistance.

She was treating him with an icy indifference that left everyone in the room reeling.

He continued, trying to project an air of authority, “I understand you have a close relationship with the Walcotts here in Veridia. Given that they have actively sought to partner with the Morgan Group, it stands to reason that we could collaborate in the future as well. We’re all friends here; there’s no need to let a minor issue like this jeopardize the ties between our families, right?”

He placed particular emphasis on the word “Walcotts,” attempting to elevate his own standing by highlighting their proactive outreach to the Morgans.

Timothy’s reaction was one of amusement, a soft scoff escaping his lips. His charming yet lazy eyes lifted to meet Derek’s, a sly grin playing on his thin lips that lacked any warmth. “Oh? Are you attempting to use the Walcotts to threaten me?”

His indifferent gaze pierced through Derek like a cold blade, sending chills down his spine.

In that instant, Derek felt as though he had been plunged into an abyss, cold sweat breaking out across his skin as his body trembled uncontrollably.

His heart seemed to stop, his throat tightening painfully, rendering him speechless.

“Ha.”

A sudden, mocking laugh cut through the tense atmosphere, ringing out like a bell.

All eyes turned toward the sound, landing on the strikingly beautiful girl who held her phone, her long fingers tapping carelessly against the screen.

Her expression was calm, her lips curling into a frosty smile. “Trying to climb the social ladder using the Walcotts?”

With that, she let her words hang in the air, her tone dripping with indifference, as if the very notion of using connections to gain favor was beneath her.