Telepathy with My Dear Boss

"Help! Somebody help me!"

In the dead of night, a faint cry for help echoed through the cold, deserted alley.

A middle-aged woman, dressed in lavish attire, was cornered by two thugs.

She clutched her purse tightly, shouting desperately in hopes of being rescued.

But it seemed all in vain, as several passersby chose to ignore her predicament.

Just as she was about to give up, a girl with a large birthmark on her neck suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, brandishing a brick in one hand and a cellphone in the other toward the thugs.

"Stop! I've called the police!"

The sound of a police siren started to play. The thugs cursed and hastily fled the scene.

Hannah Carter breathed a sigh of relief. She had only played a police siren sound clip. She hadn't had time to call the police.

Luckily, the thugs weren't particularly smart.

As Hannah was feeling fortunate, she didn't notice the woman she had saved staring intently at her neck.

Half a month later, outside an upscale restaurant.

Hannah stormed into the restaurant and splashed coffee on the face of a man who was intimately kissing another woman across the table.

"Zane, you owe me an explanation! Who is this woman?"

Zane Archer's eyes flickered with panic for a moment, but he quickly regained composure. "She's my new girlfriend. You're history. Leave the money for the dry-cleaning and then get lost!"

"Zane!" Hannah was seething with rage. "You cheated on me! Don't push it!"

"Come on. I'm from the Archer family. And who do you think you are? Nothing but a poor wretch from the slums, wearing a cheap shirt, holding a worn-out bag, with a big red birthmark on your neck. Freak!"

Zane's words pierced Hannah's heart, leaving her speechless from the pain.

"You should consider yourself lucky that I was interested in you. No man will ever like a freak!"

"Who says no man will like her?"

A lavishly dressed woman appeared in front of Zane.

"Of course, someone will like this beautiful and kind girl, and that person is far better than you!"

Hannah was stunned.

This elegantly dressed woman was the one who she had saved from thugs half a month earlier!

After being saved, the woman refused to go to the police station. After borrowing Hannah's phone for a call, she was quickly picked up by a luxury car Hannah had never seen before.

Strangely, after that incident, the thugs on the streets seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

But Hannah wasn't focused on guessing why the woman was here. Her entire attention was drawn to the tall man standing beside her.

His tailor-made suit accentuated his handsome and straight posture, his face chiseled, and his demeanor noble yet cold.

"Clyde Lawson! My boss! What's he doing here?" Hannah's eyes widened in shock as she screamed inwardly.

Clyde Lawson appeared somewhat impatient. He wondered why her mother would be interested in this mundane dispute.

Clyde's gaze finally rested on the tear that formed and hung precariously on Hannah's chin.

As Hannah began to cry, the tears fell to the floor.

Clyde averted his gaze. He felt an unexplainable oppression in his chest, a discomfort that led him to think, "Crying over such a disgusting man, this woman is really too lacking in dignity."

"Oh? And who might find such an ugly woman desirable?" Zane scoffed disdainfully. "Did you not see the birthmark on her neck?"

"This is her boyfriend!" Clyde's mother, Juliet Lawson, pushed him forward.

Clyde looked helplessly at his mother.

"I have nothing to do with this woman."

He attempted to leave, but Juliet grabbed his clothes.

"I told you this girl saved me! You must help her out with this trouble!"

"I don't know her." Clyde lowered his head, his patience wearing thin. "Mom, there's no such coincidence in the world. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Hannah, I know you're upset that I rejected you, but there's no need to find a random actor to make a scene, right? And look at them, standing there mumbling to each other. Could they be insane?"

Zane's words interrupted the standoff between Clyde and Juliet.

Hannah looked at Zane with surprise and pity in her eyes, "You say he's an actor? Zane, have you lost your mind? He's Clyde Lawson, the CEO of Horizon Innovations, the sole heir of the Lawson Group."

Hearing this, Clyde frowned at her, his suspicion deepening.

He rarely appeared in public or on social media. How did she know him?

And she coincidentally saved his mother!

Zane sneered, "Do you really thing the CEO of Horizon Innovations would be interested in someone as lowly as you?"

Clyde sneered, "She's right. You've lost your mind."

Hannah turned to Clyde for help.

Clyde observed her, from her eyelashes to her lips.

He didn't like such beautiful yet foolish women. They were completely lacking in self-respect.

But then...

Clyde took a deep breath and summoned the restaurant manager.