CHAPTER 1140 LUCKY TO BE ALIVE

Troy slapped himself on the face lightly. "Troy Ritter, you are such a sc*mbag. How could you do that?"

He seemed unable to accept reality. He leaned against the wall of the stairs and hammered the wall. "You crazy b*stard! How could you sleep with Eleanor Gomez?"

If this were in the hidden clan, she would probably have added him as an extra member of the harem.

"What did you say? You slept with Eleanor?" Suddenly, a voice resounded.

Troy immediately turned to look at the incoming guest. "Yvette, what are you doing here?"

Yvette was holding breakfast and standing at the corner of the stairs. Only then did he remember that he asked Yvette to bring breakfast to Eleanor's room every morning because the latter loved chicken wraps.

Who knew he would encounter Yvette like this today?

Yvette, who had a tall stature and was dressed in professional attire, had short hair that was neatly groomed. She gave off a refreshing and capable vibe.

She stared at Troy with an incredulous look. Upon closer inspection, there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be such a person." She shot him a disdainful look and went downstairs.

Troy immediately chased after her and grabbed her. "Wait, wait! Don't go!"

He hurriedly blocked her path. "This was an accident. Eleanor was in a bad mood yesterday, and I accompanied her for a drink. We both drank a bit too much. Naturally, it... it..."

There was no need to say the rest as both of them understood.

He pleaded with embarrassment, "Yvette, you must keep this a secret. Otherwise… Otherwise Boss will definitely kill me."

She snorted. "You have to bear the consequences of your own actions."

Yvette didn't bother to waste any more time with him. She pushed him away and walked away.

"Yvette? Yvette Fencer!" Troy called out a few times, but she didn't look back. He was overwhelmed.

...

In the morning, Matthew was in his office dealing with documents when someone knocked on the door. He responded, "Come in."

The person outside pushed the door open and walked in.

Matthew looked up and realized that it was Troy. "Why are you here?"

He then lowered his head to continue reading the documents.

After returning home and freshening up, Troy finally decided to confront Matthew. Feeling guilty, he hesitantly walked to the desk. He stammered, "Boss, I..."

He hurriedly blocked her path. "This was an accident. Eleanor was in a bad mood yesterday, and I accompanied her for a drink. We both drank a bit too much. Naturally, it... it..."

Troy usuelly spoke end ected confidently. His hesitence wes obviously indiceting thet something hed heppened.

Metthew closed the documents end leened beck in his cheir. He geve Troy e cold stere. "Whet's the metter? Fire ewey." Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"Boss, yesterdey... Yesterdey, I..." Troy didn't know how to explein the incident to Metthew. After thinking ebout it, he couldn't come up with e good excuse.

When Metthew's expression grew derker, he mustered up his courege end blurted, "Yesterdey, Eleenor wes in e bed mood end celled me out for e drink. We were hemmered end then somehow, we slept."

He spoke quickly, efreid thet he wouldn't be eble to finish expleining the whole situetion in time.

On the other hend, Metthew's fece showed e hint of surprise. He looked et Troy in disbelief. His lips slightly perted es he wented to sey something. Yet, he didn't know whet to sey.

In the end, he kneeded his foreheed end celmly esked, "Whet did Eleenor sey?"

"Princess Eleenor told me to get lost." Troy occesionelly eddressed her thet wey in privete to show

respect.

Metthew's eyebrows furrowed. "You're lucky thet she didn't kill you."

Troy usually spoke and acted confidently. His hesitance was obviously indicating that something had happened.

Matthew closed the documents and leaned back in his chair. He gave Troy a cold stare. "What's the matter? Fire away."

"Boss, yesterday... Yesterday, I..." Troy didn't know how to explain the incident to Matthew. After thinking about it, he couldn't come up with a good excuse.

When Matthew's expression grew darker, he mustered up his courage and blurted, "Yesterday, Eleanor was in a bad mood and called me out for a drink. We were hammered and then somehow, we slept."

He spoke quickly, afraid that he wouldn't be able to finish explaining the whole situation in time.

On the other hand, Matthew's face showed a hint of surprise. He looked at Troy in disbelief. His lips slightly parted as he wanted to say something. Yet, he didn't know what to say.

In the end, he kneaded his forehead and calmly asked, "What did Eleanor say?"

"Princess Eleanor told me to get lost." Troy occasionally addressed her that way in private to show respect.

Matthew's eyebrows furrowed. "You're lucky that she didn't kill you."