I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Fiona didn’t wait for the third day; she contacted Terrence Sterling’s assistant the very next day. She was moving to Thornfield Gardens to become his woman.

She made the call after Meredith had left for work.

Within an hour, Rick arrived with bodyguards in a car to pick up Fiona.

“Miss Woods, please get in the car,” Rick said very respectfully. Fiona was currently the only woman who could move to Thornfield Gardens, and she might even become Mrs. Sterling in the future, so he naturally showed great respect.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Fiona glanced at Rick and the bodyguards behind him, then at the luxurious car. Her vanity was greatly satisfied.

After more than twenty years of poverty and being looked down upon, this was the first time she had ever been able to sit in a million-dollar luxury car and be treated with such respect.

Fiona straightened her back and walked towards the luxury car.

At that moment, a neighbor who was coming back from shopping shouted, “Fiona, are you moving? Is this your boyfriend?”

Fiona’s vanity took hold of her, and she proudly replied, “He is just my boyfriend’s assistant. I am moving in with my boyfriend.”

Upon hearing the word ‘boyfriend,’ Rick looked at Fiona. He was still very puzzled as to why Mr. Sterling would take an interest in such an ordinary woman.

The neighbor, filled with envy, said, “With such a nice car and an assistant, your boyfriend must be very wealthy. You’re going to enjoy yourself. You’ve really struck it lucky to find a wealthy boyfriend when you’re so ordinary.”

The neighbor had always been blunt and spoke in a straightforward manner.

Fiona felt a bit embarrassed and didn’t say anything else. She got into the car and closed the door.

An hour later…

The car slowly entered the wealthiest neighborhood in the city.

This was Terrence Sterling’s private residence, while his family lived in Ravenwood Hall. Nevertheless, it was a huge mansion where a dozen servants only had to serve Terrence Sterling.

As Fiona entered the mansion, the excitement and greed on her face could not be concealed. This huge house would soon be hers.

A dozen servants stood in a row and said in unison, “Miss Woods.”

Fiona was ecstatic. This was the grandeur she had only seen on TV, and now it was happening to her.

“Miss Woods, this way please,” Rick led the way, saying, “Your room is on the second floor. You can choose any room on the second floor. The third floor is Mr. Sterling’s private area, not allowed for entry…”

Rick briefed on the guidelines, and Fiona looked around greedily, and at this moment, she did not even have the time to hide her avarice any more.

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At Sterling Corporation…

Meredith was unaware that Fiona had already moved out. She had just finished organizing some documents when the chief secretary, Linda, approached her.

“Meredith, take these documents to Mr. Sterling’s office,” Linda instructed.

As Meredith thought about meeting Terrence Sterling, she felt like she was facing a formidable enemy. “Linda, I have a stomach ache…”

“Mr. Sterling won’t bite you. What are you afraid of?” Linda saw through Meredith’s thoughts and sternly said, “This is your job. Stop dilly-dallying and go now.”

Linda always acted swiftly and decisively, exactly the usual style of Terrence Sterling himself. After all, she had been with Terrence Sterling for all these years.

In other companies, Secretary Offices could sometimes be just chaotic, but at Sterling Corporation, this didn’t exist at all.

Anyone who had any thoughts about Terrence Sterling was simply kicked out.

Meredith could only take the documents and nervously head to Terrence Sterling’s office.

When Meredith entered the office, Terrence Sterling was on the phone. She planned to leave the documents and go, but just as she was about to turn around, Terrence Sterling stopped her.

“Make me a cup of coffee.”

Terrence Sterling didn’t even look at Meredith. After speaking, he continued his phone call.

The office had a coffee machine, fully stocked. The basic requirement to be a competent secretary was to know how to make coffee.

Meredith walked to the coffee machine to start preparing coffee. In the large office, it was just the two of them, very quiet. Terrence Sterling’s voice on the phone sounded particularly clear.

His voice was pleasant, rich, deep, and magnetic.

Meredith couldn’t help but sneak a glance. Terrence Sterling was wearing blue trousers and a shirt, exuding a natural air of superiority. Though dressed modestly, he was very attractive – broad-backed, narrow-waisted, with an air of restraint. As she looked at him, some images from that night floated in her mind.

This was the first time Meredith had scrutinized him at such a close range. He was really handsome. How handsome, as you might ask? If Terrence Sterling were to enter the entertainment industry, he would definitely be the kind that left no room for others. He would be haled by all those crazy girls around the country – that would be him.

Thinking about this outstanding and handsome man being slept with by herself, Meredith felt it was a sin and unbelievable.

Lost in thought, Terrence Sterling appeared suddenly before her. “Do I look good?”

Meredith instinctively replied, “Yes.”

Immediately, Meredith came to her senses, quickly lowered her gaze, and stood respectfully to the side.

Terrence Sterling: “…”