From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 141

"Harrison, you did all the work. I'm just enjoying the fruits of your labor."

"That's not true..." Harrison started to say.

Xavier's hand rested on the laptop, his long, elegant fingers pressing down lightly.

The soft click interrupted them.

"Put it away," Xavier ordered coolly. Wesley immediately took the laptop.

"You guys keep playing." He stood up, preparing to leave.

"Mr. Ford, please stay if you're not busy," the colleagues clamored to keep him.

"Yeah, Mr. Ford," Harrison added. "If it wasn't for you earlier, our team might have lost."

"As the winners, the venue provided a luxury prize package."

"This barbecue is one of them." Harrison smiled, lowering his voice as he spoke to her. "We owe it to Lydia, too."

She felt that Harrison was acting differently than usual, though she couldn't put her finger on exactly how.

He was treating her well, better than ever before.

It was probably because of her suggestion last night that her mother and Harrison's father should have their wedding as soon as possible.

They were about to become a family.

A harsh scraping sound suddenly snapped her out of her thoughts.

She looked over and saw that the chair in Xavier's hand had skewed a foot away, the noise caused by the legs dragging across the floor.

He let go, took a long stride, and sat back down.

The colleagues eagerly swarmed around him, moving closer but still acting reserved.

The man's competence and status made them both want to approach him and fear him at the same time.

Slowly pulling her gaze back, she looked at the distance between their two chairs and felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of loss.

There was a world of difference between them; she could work for lifetimes and still never catch up to him.

Lydia managed to rein in her complex emotions and stood up. "I'll handle the grilling."

"Lydia, let me help you," Harrison offered immediately.

Everyone was having a great time. Unwittingly, she grew closer to her colleagues, laughing aloud as she listened to them praise her culinary skills over and over again.

As things wound down, Harrison took it upon himself to do all the cleaning up.

She went with a few colleagues to wash her hands.

But in the blink of an eye, they were nowhere to be seen.

She had to go by herself.

"Mr... Mr. Ford..." Someone turned around, completely dumbfounded.

The crowd looked at them in shock.

Lydia's face was extremely gloomy. She hadn't expected them to be two-faced, acting exactly like the people from The Zener Institute.

When she got to Silicon Valley, she was going to use her true abilities to give them a harsh reality check.

"I heard everything you all meant to say."

Just then, Xavier's voice sounded from above her head, cold and authoritative. "She is more qualified to sit in her current position than any of you."

"She..."

Xavier's voice suddenly trailed off, his gaze dropping to look at her hand.

She hurriedly let go of his sleeve, her eyes filled with pleading.

He couldn't reveal that she was Chloe.

"Head back first," Xavier said faintly, looking away.

The group scattered like frightened birds.

Leaving at the same time, from another exit, was Sierra, who had been standing there for a long time.

Her face lit up with joy as if she had discovered an earth-shattering secret. Uncaring that her dress was completely soaked, she rushed toward the nearby water slide. "Frederick... Frederick... Lydia is leaving the country in thirteen days..."