All Chapters of MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Hilary was more lost than ever, still unarring to understand what was happening, she decided to take a step, her heart beating, towards the lady who kept looking at her with a warm smile on her lips.“Good evening.”She launched in a small voice, her hands behind her back like a girl.Why didn't he warn her? Maybe she would be better prepared and now here is the result, she didn't know what to say or what to do. Already, she was angry with Aaron so she had better shut up so as not to say something she shouldn't have.A fifty-year-old appeared and Hilary concluded that he was Aaron's father, the resemblance was so striking.“Our son told us about you but I don't don't remember that he said you were so beautiful.”Said the latter after looking at him.It could be seen that he was very flirty in his youth.Hilary laughed and suddenly felt comfortable.She sat next to Aaron's mother since she insisted and watchedAaron with a murderous air.“Oh yes! I forgot to make the presentations. Hilary,

……“It is late young girl. Why are you only coming home now?”“Sorry auntie.”She says it looks falsely sorry.“I pity my cousins.”Her aunt behaved as if she were her real mother. No, but frankly, even her own mother never yelled at her every time she came back late from her best friend's house, "even if she wasn't really there but technically she should be there for her aunt. "“And who accompanied you? Please tell me that it is not your friend because she should come home to apologize for keeping you for so long.”Hilary thought for a moment that her head was going to explode, she couldn't stand it anymoreProvided that her parents come back. "These Two the" finally, two other burdens.“It was my driver who accompanied me back.”“What is his name already? Harry?Herby?”She laughed before correcting it.“It's Aaron.”I hope it won't be too late when your father realizes that he shouldn't have chosen a man as young as he is cute to be your driver. It is clear that he is inexperienced.

The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting the room in soft hues of gold and pink. Aaron stretched, his muscles protesting the night’s rest, and yawned, the sound echoing in the quiet of his apartment. He glanced at his phone, noticing the time: 7:30 a.m. He had a few hours before he had to pick up Hilary for school. As he reached for his coffee, his phone buzzed, the screen illuminating his face. It was his boss, Detective Miller, and a sense of unease settled in his stomach. Aaron quickly answered, his voice a touch too casual. “Hey, Miller. What’s up?”“Aaron,” Miller’s voice was gruff, laced with a hint of urgency. “We have a situation. The Clintons, Hilaire and Jaina, are back in town. Seems they were on a little “trip” together.”Aaron felt a surge of anxiety. He’d been assigned to the Clinton case months ago, tasked with gathering intelligence on the family, particularly their finances and dealings. His cover, a simple chauffeur, allowed him to observe

The history lecture washed over Hilary in waves, dates and names blurring together in a meaningless jumble. Usually, she'd be scribbling notes furiously, her hand cramping as she tried to capture every word. But today, her notebook lay open and empty, her pen abandoned on the desk. She was miles away, lost in a labyrinth of thoughts and anxieties.The events of the past few days pressed down on her, each one adding a layer of complexity to the already tangled knot in her stomach. Her parents' sudden return, the tension she’d sensed between them, the strange encounter between Aaron and her father that morning – it all left her feeling off-kilter, like the ground beneath her feet had shifted without warning.“Hilary? Earth to Hilary!”Ganaesly's cheerful voice broke through Hilary's reverie, pulling her back to the present. She blinked, startled, and looked around the classroom, a sense of disorientation washing over her. Students were bent over their books, the rhythmic scratching of

The silence in the car, broken only by the hum of the engine and the soft thrum of the tires on the asphalt, felt heavy and charged. Hilary, lost in her own thoughts, was surprised by the sharp ring of a phone, the sound cutting through the quiet like a jarring note.Aaron, his eyes fixed on the road, didn't react. The phone continued to ring, a persistent, insistent sound that seemed to grow louder with each passing second. Hilary, intrigued, watched him. His usual calm demeanor seemed to have shifted, a subtle tension replacing his usual composure. "Aren't you going to answer that?" Hilary asked, her voice laced with a touch of curiosity. It wasn’t unusual for Aaron to receive calls while driving, but he never ignored them for this long.Aaron glanced at the phone, then back at the road, his expression unreadable. “It can wait,” he said, his voice firm, his tone dismissive. “I’m driving.”Hilary's eyebrows shot up, her gaze fixed on the phone. There was something about Aaro