Her Hot Uncle

Davies Group, Dream City Headquarters

Geoffrey lifted his gaze when his office door opened. He frowned upon seeing the person who entered the room. 

"So? Finally, you realized you have a job here." His tone is full of sarcasm, and he means it.

"I'm not here to quarrel with you, Geoffrey. I only wanted to ask Hailey's new contact."

Geoffrey laughs, shaking his head. Soon after, he glared at Bryan. Indeed, he was furious after this guy showed up in his office, acting as if nothing had happened in the city.

But before Geoffrey could open his mouth, Bryan went on. 

"I know my negligence, and I will deal with it. But if your anger is personal, you can hate me all your life, Geoffrey. However, it will not solve the problem of our projects."

"Oh, have you just realized that you should not mix up your private life and position as Vice President of this company? Unfortunately, your interest blew up!"

"Do you think I am after Hailey's wealth? May I not be as rich as you or Hailey? That's why I proposed to her. But I don't want her fortune, nor want to hurt her! And I see it will be useless if I continue to explain myself to you or anyone. So let's set aside any personal grudges but be professional," said Bryan.

"Bullshit! It was you who isn't working professionally here!" Geoffrey retorted. He continued, "At least, after you broke her heart and trust in you... You should stop there! But you keep hurting her by neglecting your job and giving Hailey more problems!"

"As I've mentioned, I know it's my fault! The reason I am here is to talk to her. You have her other contact, and you can't deny it, Geoffrey. I already asked Mr. Brown. Instead, he forwards me that you are now in charge of everything once Hailey is not around. But I want to talk to her first."

Geoffrey hooked the corner of his mouth as he looked at Bryan with contempt. He uttered, "And do you think I will give it to you?"

"Stop acting childish, Geoffrey!"

"It was you who acted childish from the beginning, Bryan!"

Geoffrey slammed his hands on the table as he promptly sat up from his swivel chair. Both are clashing gazes. 

It was Bryan who first withdrew his gaze. He turned around, giving his back on Geoffrey, as he placed both hands on his hips.

After a few moments of silence as he ponders, Bryan faces Geoffrey again. He queried, "Tell me the truth, Geoffrey. Do you like Hailey?"

With Bryan's query, Geoffrey's ears rang. It is also the reason that his patience runs out. He only controls himself not to punch Bryan every time he sees him.

Geoffrey walked around his table, grabbed Bryan by the collar, and sneered at him.

"Don't you dare mistake my care for Hailey! I'm not like you! I know how to sort out my feelings and my work!"

"So you did like her?"

Geoffrey throws his knuckle instead of a reply, as he doesn't like how Bryan scoffed at him.

However, Bryan won't just stand there; he returns a punch, and now both have bruises on their faces.

Geoffrey throws another punch, which Bryan dodges easily. And the next few seconds, they exchanged punches that few successfully landed on their faces.

"What are you two doing!?" A man in his late fifties echoed his voice in the entire room.

"Uncle Jacob!" Geoffrey and Bryan froze on the floor, straightening their pose and facing the man.

"Whoa! When does the Director's office become a boxing ring?" Standing behind Chairman Davies, James Jefferson queried with a smirk on the corner of his mouth.

"Can't you both wait after office hours to knock each other's faces?" the Chairman sharply shot the question.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Jacob." Bryan and Geoffrey apologize at once.

Shaking his head, Jacob Davies walked toward Geoffrey's table and sat down on the chair. He was very disappointed in them.

"The two of you are Hailey's right and left hands," he began the lecture. "Either of you is a great loss to her, and both of you know very well of her dreams. That is why I need not lecture you about what you must do. But one thing I wanted you both to do right now. Clear your heads or leave this company in an instant."

"But uncle…" Geoffrey wanted to defend himself, but Jacob raised his hand.

"My daughter formed this TEAM when she started this sister company of Davies Group. Her very own company built this city, and she dreamed of finishing it in the next two years. Whether you like it? But your only choice right now is to work together. She trusted both of you. No. All of you! So, at this moment? I agree with 'let us set aside the past but look at the future. And the future Hailey has been looking forward to has already been delayed! My daughter was already brokenhearted. And seeing you like this would only make her even sadder. Do you understand?"

Jacob Davies carefully drops his words one at a time to be comprehended clearly. And every word stabbed not only Bryan's heart—but also Geoffrey and James's.

Meanwhile, at the door: Leo, Kelvin, Josh, Chester, Trevor, and Alfie also heard everything.

Geoffrey's assistant and his secretary called them to come over. But as they could see, the fight was over, and now a lecture from the Emperor was taking place.

Leo knocked on the door before they entered the room. The six of them glared in Bryan's direction before their gaze settled on Geoffrey.

"Damn! Both of you should wipe your noses," Josh suggested as bruises now covered the two men's faces. 

"I'll ask your secretary to get the medicine kit and ice bags," Chester echoed and left the room.

Bryan massaged his jaw; a facial tissue box landed on his lap. He looked up, and it was James. "Thanks, man."

James just shrugged a shoulder and sat next to him. "Don't thank me," he told Bryan. He looks at him down before he sweeps his gaze across the room. He added, "After all, if Hailey were here? She will stress herself seeing you both have these scrapes on your faces."

James is right. They all agreed with him. Later, Geoffrey's secretary named, Helen, brought ice packs and the needed medicine. How swiftly she entered the room, the quicker she got out.

Her knees are trembling. She dropped her bottom on her chair, reaching for her chest, breathing in and out.

Helen's heart is beating wildly. Entering that room overwhelms her entire being!

She had been working in this company for three years. But she is still in a daze seeing these hot men in the same room!

The CEO really knows her way. She could gather these talented, sexiest, handsome men to be her executives!

It may be because they are her childhood friends.

However, ordinary people like her? It creates astonishing facts to envy!

At first, she didn't understand why everyone called them the Queen's Knights.

After months, she works at the company. She learns that only a few people knew the real identity of the CEO, and few were only allowed to meet her. 

These men ran all the work in the company under her command. They built the company when the Queen was twenty-one years old and a fresh graduate of her first course.

Even the Queen, wandering around the world... these men loyally work for her. Until the crazy proposal and betrayal. And the reason the top executives are punching each other's faces.

"Hey! Why are you daydreaming?" Placing a folder in front of Helen, Maine queried? She is an employee of the Finance Department. "Don't tell me the boss was inside that room?"

Helen could only nod as she was still in a trance, thinking about their hot bosses. But then, another handsome man appeared behind Maine.

"Excuse me? Was Chairman Davies inside?"

Helen abruptly stood from her seat as she retorted, "Captain Hillson! Yes, he is, sir!"

"Thank you."

After the man in uniform thanked Helen, he strode to the door and stepped inside. They could hear how the men cheered upon seeing him.

Meanwhile, Helen shook her head, looking at Maine, whose mouth dropped open. "You can now close your mouth, Maine." 

"Wait…" Maine bent down, then straightened her back once again. "There, I pulled up my black lingerie, and I think it loosens the garter." 

Helen giggled and said, "Don't worry, you are not alone. I have the same reaction as you after meeting all the bosses, and I have difficulty keeping my panties around my waist."

"Oh, god! Who is that officer just now?" asked Maine, completely thrilled to see another hot man in this company. 

"Oh, right! You just joined the company last year. He is the Commander of the Knights! Royal Air Force Captain Andre Hillson," Helen acknowledged gleefully.

"The Queen's Hot Uncle!"