Chapter 3 The Turn Of Event

Grandpa please do not tell me that after my warnings,you still decided to act as my butler?" Miles asked as he rubbed his head.

He was already tired as it was and thinking of the stunt his grandpa just pulled,he felt really exhausted. "Whatever,I like her.

So when are you going to get married to her?" Grandpa Brooks asked with a gossipy tone. "Soon grandpa." He said and hung up.

He rubbed his head and called his assistant in. They were about to have a serious conversation. "Buy that apartment under Layla's name.

" He said to his assistant with a calculating look. They had humiliated one of his people so he has to give them a taste of their own medicine.

"Sure thing boss." Kingsley responded. "Miss Layla's superior has plans to fire her,what should I do boss?" Kingsley asked.

"You are really asking that question. You don't know what to do or should I remind you what is to be done?" Miles asked and Kingsley left the office immediately.

He didn't want to be on the receiving end of the boss's anger. "Special Assistant King, why are you so jumpy right now?" A manager who was on his way to the president's office asked curiously.

He was eager for gossip. "Nothing. You may carry on." Kingsley said rushing to complete the task the president had asked him to do.

"Grandpa,I would love to head over to my workplace. I have to ask for leave so that I can take care of my mom." Layla said.

They were at the dining presently and she had tried so hard to convince the grandfather to join her to eat.

"That brat, sorry I mean the young master has prepared a car and a driver for you. It would be convenient for your transportation." The grandpa said.

In reality he was the one who arranged for it.

His stinky grandson wouldn't think of that as he had never had a relationship before.

"He shouldn't have. I could have just taken a taxi or the subway." Layla rejected. "Please do allow the driver to drop you off or else the young master would be unhappy with me.

" The grandfather said emotionally blackmailing her. "Well. Alright grandpa. Since you insist. Thank you very much." Layla showed her gratitude. "You don't need to thank me." He said"

Alright, Grandpa I'm done with the food. It was really delicious." Layla complimented. "Come on. I will show you the driver." He said and they both walked to the garage.

Layla was surprised seeing so many expensive cars but she brushed it off knowing that the Brooks enjoyed opulence and wealth.

"Good day grandpa and Miss Layla. I'm John and I would be your designated driver." The driver greeted introducing himself at the same time. "Nice to meet you, John." Layla responded politely improving the impression the driver had of her.

Grandpa Brooks nodded approvingly. As always,his grandson's choice isn't wrong at all. "And please call me Layla. You are quite older than me. You are as old as my dad." Layla said,her voice twinged in sadness.

Grandpa Brooks felt sympathy for Layla. He knew a bit about her background and knew that she was never favored in her family. "Girl,you have to be strong and not weak okay? Your mother still needs you." Grandpa Brooks couldn't help but say. "I understand grandpa." She said while wiping her tears which were about to fall.

She entered the car and waved the nice grandpa goodbye. "Please drive carefully and let her get to her workplace safe and sound." Grandpa Brooks said and John nodded driving off immediately.

He was secretly delighted in his heart. His future daughter-in-law was a sweet lady. They spent a considerable amount of time on the road and it was fun filled as they both chatted to make the journey more enjoyable.

Layla got to find out that John had a son who was studying abroad. He was sponsored by Miles and her impression of Miles improved.

They soon got to Layla's workplace and she felt sad that the journey came to an end so soon.

What she didn't know is that she had spent an hour and thirty minutes on the road. "If you are done with your business,I will be waiting for you over there. The car would be packed there." John said pointing to a peaceful road.

Layla made note of it. She bid him goodbye before she made her way into the workplace.

She doesn't know what holds for her if she walks in there but she had to be brave,if not for anyone but for her mother.

"Oh, isn't this the employee who believes she can go and come as she please?" One of the sales attendant said. She had always been jealous of Layla. "Of course she can come and go,after all she has that kind of relationship with the manager." One said and they all burst out laughing obviously having fun.

"What do you mean?" Layla stopped in her tracks turning to them. What rumours have been flying around since she has been absent. "Oh please do not act all innocent. We know you have a sexual relationship with the manager. Isn't that the reason your boyfriend broke up with you?" One said sourly as she glared fiercely at her.

If she didn't know what they meant before,then she would be a big fool not to understand what they meant now. It seems Michael had tarnished her reputation.

She didn't want to cry but the tears just kept falling. She was the one who was wronged but now she is the one who is bearing the brunt. "Please do not shed your fake tears here. The manager's wife is presently in the office and she had been waiting for you." One said adding more salt to her wounds.

"You bitch!!" A fat lady yelled. "How dare you seduce my husband with your pretty face? Is it your face that they gave you the right to seduce married men? Don't worry, I will help you fix that.

" The lady said and brought out a sharp looking object. It was a blade. "No, don't come close to me. I don't have such a relationship with your husband. Ask him, manager I'm really not the one who has such relationship with you, isn't it?" Layla asked anxiously.

If the blade comes in contact with her face,her mother would be heartbroken. "Why are you denying it? Do you think he would protect a slut like you when he can't even protect himself? He had confessed to it himself."

The woman mocked hellbent on destroying her face. Layla turned to look at the manager in despair. So he could actually do something like that. Is this payback for not accepting his proposal?

Layla felt different emotions swirling within her. She wished that Miles could appear and save her from such humiliation.