Reborn as the Boss Lady novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Doesn’t Have Much Time Left

After cleaning up the mess, Alex noticed Wynne standing still at the door. He followed her line of sight, and

as he realized exactly who the old man was, his pupils dilated in shock. What is he doing here?

“Your grandson doesn’t have much time left.”

Just as Alex was about to warn Wynne to watch her words, he heard that line. He almost choked.

Did she have any clue who that man was?

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

There was anger in the old man’s voice. His gaze turned sharp, his back straight, his presence naturally commanding.

“Your granddaughter’s condition isn’t serious. The real problem is your grandson-”

“Ms. Sinclair!”

Seeing that Wynne had no idea who she was dealing with and was about to keep going, Alex cut her off, raising his voice as he shoved her out the door.

The old man frowned deeply, his piercing gaze following Wynne’s figure through the floor-to-ceiling

window.

“Mr. Chatwin.”

A security officer stepped out from the shadows, eyes locked firmly on Wynne outside.

They had only come to the hospital because Hendrick Chatwin’s granddaughter wasn’t feeling well. Who would’ve thought they’d run into the Cromwells’ drama right after?

“Do you want me to bring her back?”

His voice was low, waiting for an order.

Hendrick looked at his grandson, who was currently bouncing around with a chubby, healthy face. There wasn’t a single sign of illness. He was annoyed by the girl’s nonsense, but….

“Is that Alex?” he suddenly asked something completely unrelated.

“Yes,” the security officer answered without hesitation.

Technically, he and the Hood brothers had come from the same training base. They just ended up working for the Cromwells while he was assigned to Hendrick.

“Forget it.”

Hendrick waved his hand, like he’d made up his mind not to pursue it further.

“Look into that girl.”

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Even though he was letting it go, he still gave the order to the officer.

“Yes, sir!”

On the other side.

“Ms. Sinclair, do you have any idea who that was?”

The usually stone-faced Alex actually changed expression. He gritted his teeth before stepping into the elevator.

“Nope.” Wynne answered flatly, clearly not in a great mood.

“And you still said his grandson doesn’t have long to live?”

Even after seeing what she could do, Alex still didn’t fully trust her.

“His grandson is in trouble. Tonight at the earliest, tomorrow at the latest.”

Wynne kept one hand in her pocket, her tone casual and her movements completely relaxed.

“You…”

Alex was about to argue more when the elevator doors opened. Wynne walked out without another word. The moment she stepped into the hallway, a woman’s scream tore through the air.

“Ahhh! Help!”

A strong gust of wind rushed through the corridor. The previously closed floor-to-ceiling windows were now wide open. Susan-who had just been calling Dylan a jinx-was being held there by Brian, half her body dangling outside.

Wind whipped in from all directions. Her hair was a mess, her face pale as she screamed in terror.

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In stark contrast, Jerome sat in his wheelchair, looking like a cold-blooded demon. The dark circles under his eyes only added to his lethal, predatory aura.

“Jerome!”

Marcus was breathing heavily, his hand trembling as he gripped his cane. His son, Juan, stood right beside

him.

Jerome’s face didn’t change at all.

“Here to beg?”

His voice was indifferent, but somehow, standing off to the side, Wynne could clearly feel it-his mood had dropped to rock bottom in an instant.

“What happened today was an accident. Susan didn’t mean it…”

Even though Jerome was his grandson, he had to admit he was terrified of him. If pushed too far, Jerome was the kind of person who wouldn’t hesitate to turn on his own family.

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“Didn’t mean it? Then it was intentional.”

Jerome turned to look at his grandfather, his eyes completely cold, no trace of warmth.

“She’s fine now, isn’t she?” Juan muttered under his breath.

The air froze.

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Juan instantly realized he’d said the wrong thing. He didn’t even dare breathe, let alone look at Jerome.

“Say that again,” Jerome said calmly.

The lack of emotion in his voice made him seem even more dangerous.

“Mr. Cromwell!”

Wynne suddenly cut in. She walked straight toward him without even glancing at Marcus and Juan.

“I bought you coffee.”

Jerome looked down at the black coffee and at the slender hand holding it.

He said nothing.

Something dark flickered in Jerome’s eyes. Alex frowned the moment he saw the black coffee and was about to step in, but one cold glance from Jerome shut him up instantly.

Jerome reached out and took the cup.

His skin felt ice-cold against Wynne’s, just like that giant white python he kept.

A cold-blooded man raising a cold-blooded pet.

Perfect match!

But…

His hand was big.

When he took the cup, it almost completely covered her hand, that chill wrapping around her skin.

“Jerome! I’m your aunt! You can’t do this to me! Dad! Dad, help!”

Susan didn’t need onion juice to cry this time; she was so terrified the tears wouldn’t stop. She had thought Rosalie would definitely die from the shock. Who would’ve guessed someone would swoop in and save the old hag?

Wynne rubbed her ear.

Are these people all bred in a lab? Seriously, every one of them sounds like a squeaky toy when they scream.

“Have someone pull her back first.”

Finally fed up. Wynne reached out and poked Jerome’s arm.

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At that, his expression darkened even more.

Is she getting soft?

Is she really going to plead for them?

Finished

Jerome’s men held their breath, looking everywhere but at the two of them, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire.

“Brian.”

Jerome’s voice sounded like it carried ice, but his dark eyes never left Wynne’s face.

Brian tightened his grip and yanked Susan back into the hallway.

Her screaming didn’t stop.

Under everyone’s eyes, Wynne walked straight over to her. Brian opened his mouth to say something, but before a word came out-crack, crack. The hallway fell into dead silence.

Everyone froze.

No one said a word.

The silence stretched.

“It was an accident! I didn’t mean it!”

Wynne casually dusted off nonexistent dust on her palms. She shot Marcus a cold, taunting “what are you gonna do about it?” smile.

“You-

Juan pointed at her angrily.

“She’s fine now, isn’t she?”

Wynne stepped back behind Jerome, using him as a shield while she continued to stir the pot.

Dylan wasn’t here, so she didn’t even bother pretending to be nice.

“Isn’t it much quieter now, Mr. Cromwell?”

Her posture was lazy, her tired voice laced with infuriating mockery.

The darkness in Jerome’s eyes eased a little. He lowered his head and took a sip of the coffee. Cheap beans. Under-roasted. But it made his mood improve for a moment.

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