Chapter 409 - 405, have you cried?
Chapter 409 of "Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride" introduces: , but her mind was rapidly at work.The indirect confession of the president last night,... Read on to discover!
, but her mind was rapidly at work.
The indirect confession of the president last night, she had long recognized the presidentās special care for Assistant Carry; the consequences would be unimaginable if she knew what was on her mind just now.
She chuckled and said, "Mr. President, I was thinking about last night, that Director Moore, his character is not really good, he even... with his own secretary..."
"Alright, you may leave now." Wesley Foley had already picked up his coffee and brought it to his lips, his lowered gaze barely concealing his impatience.
Secretary Liu had initially made up an excuse to prevaricate, but as she spoke, she became more excited, forgetting that successful men dislike gossip, even if itās about their adversaries.
"Yes, Mr. President." Secretary Liu respectfully responded, turned away sheepishly, yet as she reached the door, Wesley Foley lifted his handsome face.
"Secretary Liu, has Assistant Carry not come to work yet?"
The president also knew that the assistantās absence without reason was a delinquency; Secretary Liuās heart leapt with joy while maintaining a respectful appearance.
"Yes, Mr. President, Assistant Carry has not yet come to work, and the HR department has not received any notice of her asking for leave..."
"Mm, you may go." Before Secretary Liu could finish reporting, Wesley Foley interrupted her again, took a sip of the coffee Secretary Liu had brought in, and then frowned.
With a secret curl of her lip, Secretary Liu acknowledged silently and then withdrew.
Having just closed the office door, in the corridor, Titus Zane happened to walk by, carrying Wesley Foleyās schedule for the day, her brown wavy hair casually draped over her shoulders, unbound.
"Yo, Assistant Carry, you came quite early today," she said with a snide tone as soon as she turned around to stand at the door.
Titus Zane gave her a fleeting glance, dismissed her, and continued towards the office with the schedule in hand.
Secretary Liu slowly took a few steps forward, blocking Titus Zaneās path, chin lifted, with a smirk that didnāt hide her mockery.
"Assistant Carry, donāt get too full of yourself just because the president has taken a bit of care of youāflowers donāt bloom for a hundred days, you understand that logic, right?"
Blocked, Titus Zane could only stand still; her eyes, shadowed with eyeshadow, still revealed slight redness, and her gaze, which fell on the shorter Secretary Liu, watched her lips move incessantly.
"So, donāt overdo it, lest you find yourself out of favor and trampled by everyone!"
"Then letās wait until the time comes for me to lose favor before trampling," Titus Zane retorted coldly and walked past Secretary Liu towards the presidentās office.
A lady with self-respect always pays attention to her image; Titus Zane always walked with her swan neck slightly lifted, a posture that in Secretary Liuās eyes seemed arrogant and conceited. Watching Titus Zaneās retreating figure, she muttered resentfully.
"Hmph! Letās see how long you can keep that smugness!"
Gently knocking on the door, Titus Zane entered the office and stood at a respectful distance from Wesley Foley as she recited the dayās schedule. During this, Wesley Foley watched her until she concluded with the schedule, and then he spoke.
"Carry, what happened last night that made you late today?"
Titus Zane lowered her gaze, a move that could somewhat mask the redness in her eyes.
"Iām sorry, I drank too much last night, so I overslept today."
If it were any other employee, Wesley Foley would not have inquired further, as everyone had indeed drunk quite a bit last night. However, Titus Zane held a special place in Wesley Foleyās heart; and because she was special, she garnered more of his attention.
Even as Titus Zane kept her eyes downcast and covered with eyeshadow, the slight swelling did not escape Wesley Foleyās notice.
"Have you been crying?" Wesley Foley furrowed his brows, expressing a direct, forthright question.