Tips to Save My Boss

The gangsters had temporarily canceled the signal blocking. I used all my acting skills and finally managed to deceive the gangsters and tell the police where we were.

All that was left was waiting. I smiled, handed over my phone purposefully, returned to Mr. Cotton's side, and squatted down.

"Miss Garcia, I didn't expect you to be so good at making up stories. Disability in one of my body parts? What part exactly?"

I squeezed out an awkward smile.

As a secretary, I always respected Mr. Cotton and had never talked to him like that.

"Sorry, boss, we're in danger now. I just wanto save us!"

He looked at me with a frown and then asked, "Make it or not?"

"Of course, yes!" I smiled and answered.

However, my smile froze the next second because I realized that the gangsters had brought a bomb with them.

They were coming to me.

They tied the bomb to my waist.