Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: I am never leaving this room again

After abruptly ending the meeting, Xander decided to return home. However, what confused Taylor the most was the fact that his boss had completely ignored everything he said ever since they left the conference room.

Instead, Xander remained seated in the backseat, staring intensely at the phone in his hand.

’Just what’s in there?’ Taylor wondered for the hundredth time as he secretly glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

His boss hadn’t moved an inch. Not even a muscle on his face twitched. The more Xander sat there like a frozen statue glaring at his phone, the more concerned Taylor became.

"Boss, about the meeting—"

"Cancel it."

The response came so fast that Taylor nearly bit his tongue in shock.

"Huh?"

It was then Taylor noticed Xander subtly adjusting the collar of his suit as though he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"Are you not feeling well, Boss?" Taylor asked cautiously. "Should I call a doctor?"

Xander slowly lifted his eyes and looked at him as if he had just asked the dumbest question imaginable.

Taylor immediately gulped.

Truthfully, he wanted to assume this strange behavior had something to do with Ivy. After all, he had practically begged her earlier to help them because everyone in the company felt like they were walking on thin ice around Xander lately.

Still, Taylor also knew Ivy was probably still upset after the endless ridiculous nicknames Xander kept calling her.

But now...

Now Taylor was less curious about Ivy and more curious about the mysterious thing inside that phone that had somehow turned the terrifying Xander Emerson into a socially malfunctioning robot.

"Taylor."

The sudden call of his name snapped him out of his thoughts instantly.

"Y-Yes, Boss?" he stammered nervously, terrified Xander had caught him staring.

Taylor prided himself on being observant without ever getting caught. Yet somehow today, his survival instincts had completely failed him.

Xander remained silent for a moment before asking in the calmest tone possible,

"How many girlfriends have you had?"

Taylor’s lips parted in utter confusion.

’With your grace? None. Because you work me harder than a divorced father paying child support.’

But of course, he valued his life too much to say that out loud.

"Ah... about that..." Taylor awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "I’ve had plenty."

He smiled proudly.

"Though none of them lasted more than a week."

Xander stared at him blankly.

Taylor’s smile slowly stiffened.

"But Boss..." he asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes. "Why are you suddenly asking me this? Are you planning to set me up on a blind date?"

Suddenly, Taylor’s eyes sparkled with hope.

It had been ages since he’d had a proper break. Working under Xander meant living like a full-time hostage with a salary. Between business enemies, endless schedules, and emotional damage, dating was practically impossible.

So the mere possibility that his boss was finally developing human empathy almost brought tears to his eyes.

"No."

Taylor’s smile disappeared instantly.

The heartbreak was immediate.

"So then why ask about my girlfriends?" he complained with a pout. "You can’t just give a man hope and destroy it in two seconds, Boss."

Xander ignored his suffering completely.

"Because I wanted to know what this means when it comes from a girl."

Taylor frowned in confusion. But the moment Xander turned his phone screen toward him, his jaw dropped so hard it almost dislocated.

"D-DOUBLE HEART EMOJIS?!" Taylor gasped dramatically, staring at the two bright red hearts on the screen like they were sacred symbols sent from heaven itself.

His eyes widened further when he saw the sender’s name.

Ivy.

Taylor’s soul practically left his body.

For a solid five seconds, the car fell into complete silence.

Then suddenly—

"BOSS!" Taylor screamed so loudly the driver nearly swerved the car off the road.

Xander frowned. "Why are you yelling?"

"WHY AM I YELLING?!" Taylor clutched his chest like he was having cardiac arrest. "Boss, do you even understand what this means?!"

"That’s exactly why I asked you."

Taylor stared at him in disbelief.

"You... you really don’t know?"

Xander’s expression darkened slightly. "If I knew, would I ask?"

Taylor almost cried. A billionaire genius who could destroy global companies within hours... yet defeated by two tiny red heart emojis.

Humanity truly was balanced.

"Boss," Taylor said solemnly, trying his best to remain professional despite internally losing his mind, "this... this is dangerous."

Xander’s eyes narrowed immediately. "Dangerous?"

"Yes." Taylor nodded seriously. "Very dangerous."

"Explain."

Taylor took a deep breath. "A girl sending double heart emojis means one of two things."

Xander leaned forward slightly.

"She either likes you..." Taylor paused dramatically.

"Or?" Xander asked impatiently.

Taylor swallowed. "Or she likes you a lot."

The entire car went silent again as Taylor nervously watched as Xander stared back at the phone screen, his expression unreadable.

Then, after a long pause—the corner of Xander’s lips lifted ever so slightly, leaving Taylor frozen in horror.

’Oh no.’

His boss was smiling. This was not normal. This was the beginning of a disaster.

"Boss... did you just smile?"

The moment those words left Taylor’s mouth, the faint curve on Xander’s lips vanished instantly, returning to his usual cold and unreadable expression.

Taylor nearly slapped himself mentally.

Why would he point it out?

Why?

’Imagining things?’

Xander Emerson!!!!

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