Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again novel Chapter 1045

Chapter 1045

After brewing the cup of coffee, Noah handed it over with both hands before stepping back and replying, "A call came in just now, Mr. Adams. The caller was Miss Reed of Paradigm Co."

As soon as he said it, Mitch's hand suddenly trembled, causing the coffee to spill out onto his hands and scalded him. He then quickly jumped from his chair and toss the cup away.

Crack! A loud commotion ensued.

The porcelain cup was smashed into pieces.

Not only was the coffee spilled everywhere, the black stains of the coffee contrasting the white tiles made the scene look very dirty.

However, all of this was not important. What was important was that Mitch was burnt.

As the coffee was freshly brewed, it scalded his hand to the point where it reddened immediately. Feeling the pain of his flesh, Mitch started to tremble as his chubby face started to shake as well.

Noah never thought that a sentence from him could scare a person to this point. After a moment of shock, he finally came around and quickly rushed over with an ice pack. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Adams. I forgot to remind you that the coffee was hot. Here's an ice pack. Quick, apply that."

Seeing the ice pack, Mitch snatched it over and placed it on his hand.

With the help of the ice, he felt that his pain lessened a whole lot more with the layered muscles on his face slowly unclenched.

His beady eyes, though, were still kept on Noah.

If not for more important matters, he would have scolded him. He can't even do such a simple thing. How stupid.

Noah, who knew that this fatso had to be cursing him inside, pouted. Curse me all you want. I'm going to quit anyway. I don't care if the woman will be able to keep the company afloat, I won't be staying here any longer.

Of course, since he had not quit yet, he did not voice this out. Otherwise, this fatso might tamper with my resignation application and not let me go.

"Mr. Adams, I'll get some tools to clean the floor." Noah bowed subtly and turned around.

Mitch stopped him. "Wait a minute; that can wait. Did you just say that Sonia Reed of Paradigm Co. just called?"

Sitting down, Mitch became quite solemn.

Now, he did look somewhat like a chief editor.

"Yes." Noah straightened himself.

Clenching the ice pack on his hand, Mitch asked, "She must have called for the scandal that was published. Maybe she's already onto us. What did she say?"

Noah looked up at him. "She asked us why we published this baseless scandal."

"That's it?" Mitch was in disbelief.

Shaking his head, Noah continued, "Of course not. Miss Reed also asked who made us do it."