Genius Girl Chapter 139 - 139: The Therapist

Chapter 139 - 139: The Therapist

Daniella smiled genuinely at Kate and then turned to Jenna, "Scott might be bored in the parking, could you bring him a coffee?"

Without hesitation, Jenna got up and walked towards the counter. She ordered a coffee and went back to their table only to find Daniella smirking at her.

"What?" she asked in confusion.

Daniella gave her a half shrug, "nothing, I was just surprised that you know what kind of coffee he likes," and then she winked teasingly at her, causing for Jenna's cheek to blush.

"Shut up!" Jenna blurted and walked away with the coffee in her hand.

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One hour pa.s.sed, the signed doc.u.ments were given to Daniella directly from the previous CEO.

Grimaced look on his face, the CEO took a deep sign and stretched a hand.

Daniella got up, instead of accepting his hand, she handed him a card with Robert's phone number.

"Since you didn't struggle, I am going to give you one favor," she smiled at him, "I will do everything except giving my body and the company, I don't kill people but I can make them disappear."

The CEO's brows furrowed in confusion.

She withdrew her smile, "if you need a safe place for your children, I can settle one for you."

The man gave her a bitter smile, "that's very generous but no thanks," then he turned around without saying goodbye.

Daniella watched as he left the building, soon Jenna came.

"Jenna, help Kate to handle the company for six months, then you can go back to London or stay here if you want," there was a hidden tease in the smile she gave to Jenna and it made her blush.

Then she left, went straight to the exit to catch a taxi.

As she waited on the side road, a cat came and brushed its body on her legs.

Absently her lips formed a smile, she bent and picked up the cat.

"Dan-Dan."

A voice of a man sounded from somewhere.

Daniella's heart thumped, it was not Sebastian and no one ever called that name aside from her brother.

She looked around with the cat in her hand. Gulped repeatedly while her heart pounded.

"Dan-Dan."

And from the group of people pa.s.sing the pedestrian lane, a man emerged from the crowd, his eyes were looking straight at her, approaching her with a rush.

She didn't know him, his face and voice were not familiar, it couldn't be her brother but the man was smiling at her.

"Dan-Dan," he said once again though this time his voice was full of relief.

When he halted in front of her, Daniella looked into his eyes and read it.

But all she could see was his black contact lenses and her reflection.

"Can I get my cat?" the man asked, this time he was looking at the cat in her arms.

"This is your cat?" she asked hiding her surprise.

The man nodded, "yes, that's my Dan-Dan."

And when she heard him saying that name again, she could not help but look at his face.

"That's a cute name."

The man giggled as he took the cat from her hands.

"Well, it came from a cute girl I once met."

"What is your name?" she suddenly asked.

The man was taken aback by her question, but soon he smiled and stretched a hand while the other was holding the cat.

"Aaron Wesley."

Daniella nodded and accepted his hand, "Have you ever had surgery in your eyes?"

Aaron's smile frost and shook his head, "no, but I had been shot twice some years ago and that's the last surgery I've ever had."

Daniella went silent while her heart pounded uncontrollably.

"Nice meeting you Mr. Wesley," her voice was slightly breaking and she could barely hold herself from walking away.

Before she got into the taxi, Aaron shouted, "what's your name?"

Daniella looked back, one hand holding the taxi door, she smiled, "Daisy," she answered and went inside.

At the therapist's office.

Amy who had just come out of the bathroom in her office suddenly heard the elevator opening.

Her sight shifted at the opening door and seeing Ken with his usual dark face stepping out of the elevator has made her raise a brow.

She's about to greet him when she heard something falling down, she looked at the source and found her a.s.sistant nervously crawling towards her table and hid under it.

Seeing her a.s.sistant looking at her with her eyes swelling anxiously and a finger on her lips asking her to be quiet has made her smile.

She remembered giving her a warning about Ken and Novie must have recognized the man that's why she jumped from the stairs she's using to wipe the painting on the wall and crawled her way to the table.

She shook her head and turned to Ken but the man had entered her office without greeting her.

Before going to her office, Amy halted at Novie's table.

"You can take a rest today, I might stay here until midnight."

Novie got up and smoothened down her skirt, then she nodded and grabbed her bag, leaving her boss behind.

Inside the office, Ken sat down on the couch he's usually sitting on. Arms stretched and laid on the couch while his legs crossed. Confidence overpowered the darkness of his face. A few sighs left his lips as he waited for his therapist.

"Good morning Ken," Amy greeted and sat on the chair opposite of him.

Ken gave her a nod and said, "I think I am sick."

Dumfounded, Amy parted her lips, "sorry what?"

Ken blinked, his shrink knew how much he hated to repeat himself so he waited until she realized what he had just said.

Amy cleared her throat, "I am a psychologist, Ken if your sick you'll have to go to the hospital."

A line appeared in between his brows, "I am sick in my head not my body!" he yelled at her.

Amy's shoulder jumped by the loudness of his voice, she bent her neck on each side and relaxed her back against the chair.

'Whoa! After ten years he finally realized that he's sick' she thought.

"tell me what makes you say that?"

Ken moved from resting his back and lay his elbow on his laps, making a steeple with his finger, he replied, "I think I have lost my mind."

'You think so?' Amy thought but her lips were sealed.

"Tell me more."

Ken nodded, "I met my friend's girlfriend."