As it was only two in the afternoon, he decided to drive to the company. No employees dared to breathe loudly, much less approached him when they witnessed his hostile demeanor and gloomy countenance.
He took out the rest of his anger in the conference room by yelling at a manager who made a mistake.
The other managers weren’t feeling any better as they listened to his endless shouting silently.
F*ck, man. Mr. Lopez looked so happy on his birthday when he gave everyone wedding favors and said his wife was pregnant. What happened afterward that changed him so drastically? Is it because his wife miscarried? Is that why we’ve become his punching bag as of late? Everyone had their guesses, but no one dared to ask any questions.
Ninety minutes later, the hellish conference was finally over. Everyone was scrambling to leave the conference room as they hoped there wouldn’t be another meeting that week.
Wyatt sat in the conference room alone for a very long time. No one knew what he was thinking.
It wasn’t until the janitor entered the conference room and mentioned work hours were over that he snapped back to reality.
By the time he left the building at a quarter past six, the sky was turning dark.
When Pamela asked him if he was coming back home for dinner, he initially wanted to say yes. However, she then started talking about Jessica. “Is Jessica still not back yet from her business trip? Maybe you should visit her? Her pregnancy must be giving her a difficult time. You can’t just let her keep doing her job overseas. What if she gets tired?”
Wyatt’s flame of fury burned brightly in his heart again when he heard that. Annoyed, he spat, “She was the one who wanted to go there! There’s nothing I can do about it. Stop paying so much attention to her, Mom. If you have nothing to do, just go to a beauty salon or something!”
“Why are you speaking to me like this?” She paused, then inquired, “Did you have a fight with Jessica?”
“No!”
Lividly, she confronted, “I bet you did. Can’t you be more mature, Wyatt? She’s pregnant. Why are you getting angry at her—”
“I still have things I need to do, Mom. I’ll be ending the call now!” He was getting miffed by the conversation, so he hung up his phone, not wanting to go home anymore.
It was then a friend of his asked him if he was free to visit DM Premium Club for a drink. Wyatt replied to the message before driving to the establishment.
Upon entering a private room in the club, he noticed the people inside were having a lively time.
“You’re here, Wyatt!” His friend immediately stood and greeted him with a smile after spotting him. “I was afraid you won’t have the time to have fun with us anymore now that you’re in charge of Lopez Group!”
Wyatt sat on the couch and gently kicked him. “You already sent me a message, so, of course, I have to come, even if I don’t have the time for it. Otherwise, I bet you lot would ostracize me.”
The group in the room laughed in response.
Those who were in the same social circle as Wyatt were children of affluent families. As everyone drank and chatted with each other, they also exchanged resources and contacts.
Since Wyatt had just taken over Lopez Group and had a good relationship with Curtis, he stood out when compared to the rest of them. It was only natural that his peers were surrounding him. If there were something he wanted, they would hand it to him in hopes of establishing a good relationship with him and getting a share of profits from other projects in the future.
Wyatt felt less awful as he drank and conversed with his friends in an intoxicating atmosphere. The resources he handily obtained also helped lift his mood. Feeling a little tired after drinking for a while, he went to a spot with fewer people around to rest.
As he laid his legs on the soft couch lazily, he removed the phone with a cracked screen from his pocket and unlocked it.
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