章 15: CHAPTER 15: SIMON ROSWELL: THE HANDSOME SECRETARY

Nicole leaned in, looking more intrigued. "What happened next? Please, tell us more," she urged as her eyes fixed on Layla.

Layla wet her lips before she continued, her voice calm and filled with fear. "The people from that SUV got out, and they were terrifying, wearing masks and laughing like villains," she said, looking scared.

'Holy shit! That was a major crime. Thankfully, those thugs didn't spot this girl,' Simon thought, feeling a cold sweat forming on his temple.

Nicole gasped, her eyes widening with fear. "Oh my god! That's scary… is there someone inside the car? Whoever pushed that car into the Hudson River is truly heartless!" she exclaimed, her shocked expression mirroring the horror of the situation.

Layla shrugged, her brows furrowing. "Hmm, I'm not sure because it was pretty dark, and the car had tinted windows, so I couldn't see who was inside," she explained, pulling out her phone to show something.

Layla vividly remembered feeling curious and scared when she witnessed that horrifying scene. Whether it was a prank or a gruesome act of violence, what Layla was sure of was that the world was no longer safe.

Taking someone's life didn't seem like a crime that scared these people; it almost seemed to bring them joy. The wicked laugh Layla heard indicated that these thugs had no remorse for their actions.

'Damn! I've got this bad feeling it might have been Draymond. But how on earth can I confirm it was him?' Simon cursed inwardly.

Phoebe's curiosity piqued, asking swiftly, "Layla, did you manage to take a picture of the car?"

A small smile crept onto the corner of Simon's lips as he quietly muttered, his eyes discreetly flicking towards them, "Excellent question, young lady."

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Layla nodded, "Sure, here," showing the screen of her phone.

"You're a real lifesaver, kid," Simon muttered quietly. He looked at the photo, and to his surprise, it was Draymond's car.

'Goddammit! That was his black sedan. The car that he rarely used, shit!' Simon cursed inwardly. He stood up immediately and approached them, unable to contain his emotions.

Draymond got into the habit of switching his cars regularly for safety. But those bad guys who put him in danger were pros. It was clear they planned it with a real intent to harm him.

Clearing his throat, he said, "Excuse me, miss," addressing the girl with the phone. "I overheard your conversation earlier. Could I get a copy of the photo?" Simon asked, making eye contact with the girl.

'Just say yes, little girl, please,' he silently prayed.

Worry was written all over Layla's face, making it clear she was concerned. In her mind, she wondered, 'Is he a bad guy? Maybe one of those bad guys? Did he see me witnessing their crime?' These thoughts lingered as Layla gazed at Simon, fear flickering in her eyes.

Sensing the fear in the young girl, Simon quickly introduced himself, "I'm sorry for being so direct. I'm Simon Roswell, the secretary of the CEO of Martinez Corporation." He handed over his employee ID as proof. "The photo you took would be a great help with the investigation we're conducting," he explained, trying to reassure her.

When Simon mentioned Martinez Corporation, a hush fell over the coffee shop, and whispers swept through the customers. People exchanged intrigued glances, eager to glimpse the secretary of the mysterious CEO.

One couldn't help exclaim, "Did he mention that top-notch company in New York?" The surprise in their voice mirrored the thoughts of everyone in the coffee shop.

Another chimed in, "Hey! That's the secretary of the mysterious CEO of Martinez Corporation. Take a look; he's undeniably a handsome young man." Their admiration was evident as they looked at Simon, and their words sparked curiosity among the customers.

Simon frowned, looked around the coffee shop, and murmured, "Geez! I didn't think I was handsome. My face is just average, not as good as Mr. Draymond's. Tsk! Women." He ran his fingers through his hair and licked his lips, something he usually did when feeling a bit uneasy.

Suddenly, he noticed gasps and giggles from the ladies. 'Huh?... What's wrong with these ladies?... That's just a simple gesture of mine, but it seems like it affected them so much…. Why they are slightly shaking? Are they epileptic? ' he thought, letting out a light sigh.

He looked at the girls and saw them staring at him with slightly open mouths. 'What's up with them?' he wondered, "Ahem! Ahem!" He cleared his throat to get their attention.

The girls quickly blinked and regained their composure.

"Ahem! Ugh…the Martinez Corporation needs your help. Go ahead and share the photo with Mr. Simon," Phoebe urged her friend.

Nicole nodded in agreement with Phoebe, but her gaze remained fixed on Simon's face. 'Oh my god! Does Martinez Corporation have a lot of handsome employees?' she thought, admiring Simon's physique.

Simon was a tall guy with slanted eyes, a pointed nose, and well-defined features—sharp brows, pinkish lips, and a clean face. His calm aura gave off an air of neatness, intelligence, and masculinity, especially when he wore his silver-framed glasses. His presence easily caught the attention of everyone in the cafe.

You wouldn't guess he was a secretary unless he told you outright.

Layla nodded, "Here, Mr. Simon… I hope I can help you," she said softly, handing him her phone and playfully tucking some strands behind her ear.

Simon smiled gratefully and nodded, "You don't know how much you've contributed to our investigation, miss," he said sincerely, taking the phone from her with care.

In her thoughts, Layla couldn't help but giggle, 'Ugh! He moves gracefully and carefully, looking neat and clean. But he can't hide that manly vibe. Why did he keep this handsome face hidden in his office?'

"Thank you, miss," Simon expressed genuine gratitude. He pulled his Tommy Hilfiger Branden leather pass case wallet from his suit's inner pocket and placed money and a business card on the table. "Please accept this," he said, putting his wallet back in his pocket and offering them a half-smile.

Without waiting for their response, he quickly left the coffee shop, his heart pounding with worry.

As soon as Simon left, Layla, Nicole, and Phoebe exchanged glances and, after a moment, burst into giggles.

"Ugh! That guy is so attractive! Ah, I need some fresh air! His good looks might be the end of me!" Nicole exclaimed, fanning herself with her hands. She playfully sniffed the air, saying, "Did you smell it?! His scent was so captivating! Hmmm... I felt like I was on cloud nine," Nicole giggled and chuckled.

Layla smiled and nodded, agreeing with her friend.

"Girls, check out this stack of cash... geez! We can splurge on the fancy coffee here," Phoebe interrupted, her practical side taking over.

Nicole's expression fell, and she glared at Phoebe. "Argh! You just ruined the atmosphere! You really don't appreciate handsome guys, do you?! All you care about is money, hmph!" Nicole's irritation was clear.

"Come on! Who can resist good-looking guys? I appreciate them quietly, not like you two. You're so loud! Not very lady-like, you know... guys don't like that, sis," she said, reaching for the pile of money with a sly smile.

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