Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce novel Chapter 1412

At this moment, sitting in his private car, Marcellus looked at the message that came back, and his smile almost reached his ears.

Thinking about today's arrangements, he couldn't help but feel proud. He knew that such thoughtful and considerate behavior would surely be appreciated by the elders.

The driver noticed his boss's strange behavior throughout the day. He was visibly nervous before the meal, even asking mundane questions like whether his tie looked good nearly ten times. But now, he seemed unusually cheerful.

No, it wasn't just cheerful; it was like he was overjoyed.

"Mr. Perkins, is there something that's making you happy today?"

Marcellus rarely responded, "Yes, indeed."

Seeing his boss's eager expression, the driver cleverly continued, "Is it related to Miss. Juliet?"

"Yes." Marcellus nodded, explaining, "I invited her mother to have lunch together today, and the atmosphere was very pleasant. Afterward, she praised me a lot."

The driver was a bit surprised. He knew that Marcellus treated Beryl differently. He didn't expect it to progress so quickly to meet her family.

He quickly praised, "Mr. Perkins, as an outstanding entrepreneur like you, the other party will surely be impressed."

Marcellus was in a good mood, so he was pleased with everything. "Exactly. You drove well today, and despite the traffic, we didn't arrive late. I'll double your bonus this month."

The driver was delighted and thanked him, "Thank you, Mr. Perkins."

Marcellus waved his hand nonchalantly, "Let's go back to the company."

Despite this understanding, there was still anger in his heart.

Clearly, the assistant also grasped this situation and chose not to argue back despite being scolded a couple of times.

This tiger was angry, and approaching him at this moment was like courting death. He didn't want to risk losing his job over a few words.

Marcellus's calm and gentle demeanor from earlier vanished in an instant, replaced by his usual aloof and cold appearance. He walked into the elevator with large strides, leaving the assistant trailing behind.

As he arrived at the office door, without any hesitation, he pushed it open. Sir. Perkins was sitting on the sofa, drinking tea. He wore a black suit without any logos, but it was undoubtedly all custom-made by top designers. His slightly graying hair was neatly combed back, and even though he was over sixty years old, he appeared remarkably energetic.

The sharpness in his eyes commanded respect, and his aura was stronger than that of the younger generation.