Chapter 61
Angela nodded in acknowledgment.
“May,” Dexter called out coldly.
A middle–aged woman with a slightly plump build quickly appeared from the kitchen. “Mr. Bamford, is there something you need?”
“Get her something to eat,” Dexter said coldly.
The maid, May Weasley, was quick. In about 20 minutes, she returned with a bowl of pasta. There were also two small plates of side dishes—one with meat and the other with vegetables.
Angela’s stomach growled at the delicious aroma. She thanked May and began eating slowly.
Her eating style was somewhat unrefined, akin to a hamster nibbling on food. While she wasn’t particularly graceful, it was still pleasant enough to watch her eat.
Dexter observed her closely. Inexplicably, his irritation seemed to ease to some extent.
After finishing her meal, Angela stood up and said, “I have some things to take care of tonight. It should be fine if I come back tomorrow morning, right?”
She had only been dealing with Fiona earlier, so whether she stayed or left didn’t matter
much.
“No,” Dexter replied, suddenly displeased again. “You’ll stay here tonight. You’re not going anywhere without my permission.”
“Why?” Angela asked, her voice tinged with irritation.
He must have forgotten that they were divorced. She was only helping him keep it a secret and had no obligation to do anything more.
“My mom’s coming tomorrow,” Dexter said, pushing down his frustration.
Yet, his frustration grew when he noticed Angela’s disgruntled expression.
“I’ll give you 10 thousand dollars a day. Stay here. That’s final,” he said coldly.
Angela thought about it for a moment and decided it wasn’t a big deal. Without the constraints of being Mrs. Bamford, she could do as she pleased there.
That evening, she went back to her room to livestream her painting session. In high spirits, she chatted with her fans and earned a fair amount in tips.
With a competition coming up in two weeks, Angela had already started her preparations..
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Chapter 61
She browsed through the entries that had won in previous years of the Golden Summit Awards, analyzed the preferred design styles of the organizers, and shared her insights in the group chat for division one of the design department. Feedback quickly poured in.
George texted, “Wow, Ms. Graham is working on the weekend. She’s way more dedicated than us. Impressive!”
Alan replied, “Now I feel bad for slacking off. I need to get to work too!”
Clara chimed in, “Angela, can’t we enjoy a bit of rest during the weekend? You’re up so early and already working–such dedication!”
The chat, which began professionally, soon turned into a lively thread of jokes and memes. “Nice,” came an one–worded message from an account with a plain white avatar.
The group fell silent for an entire minute.
It was Callum. How had he ended up in their
in their group chat?
Angela had almost forgotten that Callum was in the design department’s group chat as were several of the company’s executives.
Sensing the awkward silence, she quickly responded, “Thank you for the encouragement, Mr. Snowden.”
There was no further reply.
To ease the tension, she quickly created a new group, adding all the members from division one. She sent out a small cash reward to liven up the mood. The group buzzed with excitement again.
“Wow, I can’t believe someone as busy as Mr. Snowden would reply.”
“That was unbelievable! I’m stunned.”
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