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100% Miss CEO And Her Hopeless Romantic Man / Chapter 10: Chapter 10: Handkerchief

Capítulo 10: Chapter 10: Handkerchief

"Aish, what's with my luck today? I suddenly had a bad feeling" Zesther muttered while using his arm to rub his irritated eyes. Since both of his hands are occupied, he could only use his arm.

The sensation of the dust in his eyes was unpleasant and Zesther aggressively rubbed them to get rid of the dust. As a result, his vision has become blurry because of the aggressive rubbing.

Soon, Zesther don't feel the dust in his eyes anymore and he lowered his arm. He was about to use one hand to hold both the coffee and milk tea when a blurry face entered his vision.

"Holy cow!!" Zesther exclaimed in surprise while taking a step backward. Whoever the person in front of him was, this person is rude for invading Zesther's personal space without any warning.

His heart almost leaped out of his chest and he was momentarily out of breath. Fortunately, his vision recovered along with his breathing.

With his vision back to normal, Zesther finally saw the person that invaded his personal space.

This middle-aged man was shorter than him and from head to toe, everything that he was wearing was black. Whether it be his inner shirt, his blazer, pants, or shades, all were black as if he was obsessed with that color.

"Sir, you surpri—" Zesther was about to complain lightly when this strange man suddenly moved his face close to him.

He could sense the man scrutinizing every nook and cranny of his face which made him uncomfortable. Because of that, Zesther raised the milk tea on his hand to block his face. He felt like holes would appear on his face if he let this man continue staring at him.

"Move your hand, I can't see your face properly" the middle-aged man said and he was even the one that personally moved Zesther's hand away from his face.

The words "what the fuck?" was written all over Zesther's face. He had never met such a strange and weird person before and this is making him feel really uncomfortable.

For a moment, Zesther doesn't know what to do or react and he just stood there awkwardly but soon, the strange man nodded his head. He even started clapping his hands.

"Great! Really great! There's no doubt about this, this is the kind of face that my boss wants. With this face as my offering, my boss wouldn't fire or kill me" the man said and Zesther blinked his eyes repeatedly.

What did he just hear? The face that his boss wants? An offering to not be killed or fired?

Those words that the man unconsciously muttered caused Zesther to stare at him from head to toe.

All black clothes with shades along with a boss that could possibly kill him...

"Could this man be a..." Zesther thought before his attention was caught by something.

On the pocket of this man in black, a bulge could be seen and the gears in Zesther's brain churned as he reached a conclusion.

"There's no doubt about it, he is a gangster or maybe a mafia!" Zesther thought with a shudder.

Only such people would wear an all-black suit and wear shades. Not to mention, he almost openly let people know that he has a gun in his pocket.

As a law-abiding citizen that doesn't want to get into trouble, Zesther did the first thing that entered his mind and that is none other than running!

He doesn't want to be involved with the mafia! They are scary and dangerous people!

However, Zesther just turned his body around and was about to run when he noticed that there are many people around him.

He thought that it might be because he was in the pedestrian lane and not because people simply wanted to look at his face.

"Wait! I have to talk to you!" The man behind Zesther said and all the hair on his body stood up.

Does this man really want to sacrifice him to his boss? What could they possibly do to him? Is he going to be their punching bag or something? Just thinking about it made Zesther shudder.

"E-excuse me!" Zesther said nervously to the nearby people as he tried to run but as much as he doesn't like it, he already expected that the mafia would chase him.

Zesther started running with all his might causing his drinks to spill but he doesn't have the energy or mental strength to mind that. He has to run as fast as he could.

"Wait! I said wait! My boss will chew me alive if I at least don't get your number!" The mafia shouted as he chases Zesther that swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

'Chew him alive? As expected, his boss is a cruel mafia!' Zesther thought and he started running even faster than before.

"P-please stop following me!" Zesther pleaded.

"J-just hear me out! I'm too old to be running like this!"

Zesther turned his head behind him and saw the mafia panting while chasing him and he saw a ray of hope.

'Mafias are alcoholic and smoke at least a whole package of cigarettes every day, as they grew older, the weaker their body becomes. I can flee successfully if I tire him enough!"

Zesther mentally nodded his head while jumping to wild conclusions on his own. He was busy coloring his imagination that he didn't notice that there was an elevation on his path.

With Zesther running as fast as he could, even a small bump on the road could trip him and that is exactly what happened.

The elevation on the road causes him to trip and the drinks in his hands flew in the air

"NO! NO! NO! YOU CANNOT RUIN YOUR FACE!" A desperate voice that was shouted with all the source's might rang in the surroundings.

Secretary Cruz that was chasing after Zesther suddenly gained an inhuman speed. Once the verbal degradation of his boss started, one would feel as if they are inferior to even ants. One session of that alone is already horrible enough, Secretary Cruz doesn't want to suffer the second time.

He must do everything he can to know and investigate this man that has a face that is exactly his boss's taste. He cannot let such a precious face be ruined!

As if he broke through the physical limits of humans, Secretary Cruz suddenly gained an insane acceleration speed. He suddenly turned into the flash as he grabbed Zesther's clothes to pull him and prevent him from falling down face first.

Zesther already braced himself from the impact when he felt himself being pulled. When he turned his head behind, he saw the relief on the strange man's face. He was about to thank him when...

Splash...

Both the coffee and milk tea that flew in the air finally landed. The hot coffee is not a problem since it landed on the ground.

The milk tea on the other hand is a completely different story. It landed directly on the strange man's head and the contents spilled on him, causing him to get drenched.

Zesther watch as the look of relief on the man's face has become more complicated than before.

"Oh no! I just spilled milk tea on a mafia!" Zesther thought, terrified of the consequence of his actions.

If this mafia were to learn his name and get his contact number, it would be easy to track him. Zesther cannot let that happen as such, he removed the mafia's hold on the fabric of his clothes before running away again.

"Wait! I said wait!" Secretary Cruz said with a shudder. The milk tea was really cold but his future feels even colder.

He sank in despair as he watched Zesther run away from him as if he was the plague. However, after a few seconds, Zesther suddenly returned much to his relief.

"Huh?" Secretary Cruz mumbled after Zesther threw something that blocked his vision

As much as Zesther is afraid, he also felt bad for spilling drinks on a stranger. His conscience doesn't want him to just run away and as a result, he threw the handkerchief in his pocket to Secretary Cruz before running away again.

When Secretary Cruz removed the thing obstructing his vision, he could not see Zesther anymore and he almost cried in despair.

"Damn it, I lost him!" He said with gritted teeth. Now that he had seen a person that he instinctively know would look sexily cute while crying, Secretary Cruz realized that the list he compiled was indeed trash. They don't have the vibe that the handkerchief's owner has!

With a sigh, Secretary Cruz held the handkerchief in his hand and stared at it while hoping to get some clues about that man's identity.

That kind of man is not easy to come by and if Secretary Cruz can't get him, he might never meet a person that gives off that kind of vibe anymore.

Fortunately, it seems like the heavens don't want Secretary Cruz to die. The handkerchief really does have a clue!


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