A One Night Stand With My Boss (by Ela Osaretin)

Chapter 81

Emerging from the bathroom, Rita spotted Camila and paused briefly before greeting her with a warm smile. "Camila, come join us for poker."

Before Camila could reply, a deep voice from a man nearby interjected "She doesn't know how."

Feeling slightly awkward among the group, and under their scrutinizing gazes, Camila felt uneasy. She asked quietly, "May I just watch?" Connor nodded subtly, keeping his composure, "Go ahead." With a smile. Camila stood up to join Rita.

As Camila walked away, Derek beside Connor asked, "Is she your...?"

"Secretary."

Derek laughed, "That secretary of yours is a bit too pretty, don't you think?"

Conhor replied coolly, "I only care about her work skills."

"Seems she has some special skills. You even bring her to Logan's private birthday bash, someone smirked mischievously nearby.

Connor gave him a glance, his eyes filled with a murderous intent.

The man quickly laughed it off, lighting a cigar for himself. "My bad, I'll take a penalty drink." He downed a glass of bourbon in one gulp.

Logan chuckled even harder. "Looks like Connor's really serious this time. You guys better watch it and not mess with someone you shouldn't

Connor shot him a look, took a puff of his cigarette and warned, "Keep talking nonsense, and you might not see your next birthday."

A flicker of surprise crossed Logan's face as he feigned hurt, "Are you really going to bump me off over a woman, Connor? I thought I was your favorite." "Cut the crap, or I turn on you," Connor warned with a glare.

Derek mocked, "Logan, go look in the mirror in the restroom. Do you really think your face can compete with a beauty?"

Logan threw a pillow at him, laughing, "Among men, I'm only slightly less handsome than Connor. As for you guys, I'd beat you in seconds"

The guests at the birthday party were all familiar faces, each man confident in his looks, leading to a childish argument.

"Let's have a fight then. The winner is the handsomest." Derek clenched his fist, showing off his muscles.

Logan, tall with a gentle face, dismissed the idea, "Aren't we too old for this? We're nearly thirty

He pointed to his head, "Some people are all brawn and no brains."

Derek had no interest in taking over the family business, and it wasn't his turn either. He happily lived off a vast annual trust fund. "People only live for a few decades. I must have accumulated a lot of good karma in my past life to enjoy life this way now, I don't understand why you all bother so much. Our family wealth is enough to squander for generations."

"Ha, my cousin lost eight hundred million after graduation, and his dad forbade him from starting any more businesses, told him just to spend the family money and consider it his contribution, someone laughed,

"Among us, Connor's the real deal, running a robotics company. Truly an inspiration."

Connor lounged on the sofa, puffing on his cigar, looking utterly detached.

A breathtakingly beautiful woman slowly approached. She was a well-known socialite in the circle, having climbed the social ladder through her relationships with wealthy men. She was invited to sing at Logan's party because of her beautiful voice.

Tara approached with a smile, sitting on the armrest next to Logan. Logan turned to her, signaling with his eyes for her to sit next to the empty seat by Connor.