Drowing In Mr. Scott's Love novel Chapter 52

Abby Miller really wanted to slap herself. Why was she staring at Richard Scott? Wasn't it better now? "If I have to sit in front of Richard and face him face to face, it's really my own fault. I can't live."

"Well, forget it... I won't disturb your work."

She shrank her neck and squeezed out a flattering smile.

"Have you forgotten your duty again?"

Richard Scott glanced at her and Abby Miller shrank in fright and she immediately surrendered obediently.

She looked around and picked up a chair. She dejectedly placed it in front of Richard Scott's desk and sat down obediently.

"From now on, you just look at me like that. If you dare look away once, you can try."

Richard Scott suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Abby Miller's nose, who was sitting opposite him. He said with a deep smile.

After hearing that, Abby Miller almost fell off the chair. She was full of regret.

She really wanted to shout, "Mr. Scott, stop it, okay?" Where are your coldness, your pride, and your integrity? Could you please pick them up?

Just as Abby Miller was wondering how to deal with Mr. Scott, the internal line on the table suddenly rang.

Richard Scott answered the phone. Soon, Summer Kent's voice rang out, "President, Old Master is here."

Abby Miller obviously heard it as well. Her expression froze for a moment before she looked up at Richard Scott.

Richard Scott's face immediately darkened.

Hanging up the phone, he looked up at Abby Miller and said, "You go into the lounge first."

Abby Miller obediently walked into the lounge in the office.

This should be the place where Richard Scott rested when he was at work. It was clean and simple, and there were a few sets of clean clothes hanging in the wardrobe.

She sat by the bed, not daring to make a sound.

Soon, the sound of the door opening came from outside the office. Sam Scott and Daisy Scott came in together.

Old Master was dressed in a black Tang suit with dark lines. His white hair was neatly combed. Although he was holding a crutch in his hand, his waist was straight.

Daisy Scott held onto Old Master's arm. Her pale yellow embroidered dress was rolling with black edges and an elegant bun was coiled around her head. The diamonds on the accessories were shining with a dazzling light.

"There are still many things to deal with in the company. I don't have much time. Just say it."

Seeing the two of them, Richard Scott stood up with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Can't I come and see if there's nothing else? What's with your attitude?"

Old Master didn't expect his son to have such an attitude as soon as they met. His face darkened in an instant, and there was anger in his tone.

"I think my attitude is very polite. I have ten minutes to go to the meeting. If you have something to say, hurry up."

Richard Scott was not afraid of his father's darkened face at all. He snorted and said rudely.

With a thud, Old Master's walking stick smashed heavily on the carpet.

His beard kept trembling. He pointed at Richard Scott and was about to flare up. "You unfilial son..."

"Old Master, calm down. Don't let your anger damage your body."

Daisy Scott, who was next to him, quickly reached out to stroke his back. As she helped him walk to the sofa and sat down, she reminded him softly, "It's important to get down to business, Old Master."