She was baffled by the hint of aloofness in his tone.
“Go ahead and eat first. I still have some matters to deal with.”
With that, he promptly hung up and left Sasha perplexed.
What the heck? Did this bast*rd just hang up on me? It’s fine that he didn’t bother to inform me about his dinner plans. But hanging up on me? Pfft.
Sasha’s frustration was building up.
Nonetheless, she was not a child. After her initial annoyance wore off, she quietly headed back to the penthouse suite and ate alone.
He’s the President. I’m sure he’s got lots on his plate. Eating would be the last thing on his mind.
Sasha proceeded to tidy up the kitchen before resting for a while. Then, she headed back to the operational department for work.
“Did you guys see that? This afternoon, Mr. Hayes brought clients out for lunch but he didn’t even bring her along.”
“Yeah, I saw.”
“What’s going on? Isn’t she his wife? Why didn’t she tag along for lunch?”
“So what if she’s his wife? I heard that she went upstairs to prepare lunch for him, only to realize that he has already gone out with clients.”
Upon her arrival, Sasha could already hear the hushed whispers of people gossiping about her.
Those were obviously people who reveled in gloating over others’ misfortunes, especially since they were aware that she had made lunch for him.
She entered the office betraying no emotion.
That was precisely the reason why she hated working there. Despite the fact that she was the president’s wife, many people still felt disgruntled towards her.
She knew that they felt she was too ordinary. On the other hand, he was an exceptionally talented individual. They obviously think she was not good enough for him.
To avoid those demoralizing thoughts, Sasha began to bury herself in work.
At the Imperial Villa, Sebastian was clad in sportswear and furiously swinging the golf club.
White golf balls flew one after another because of his unrestrained strokes.
Jake observed him from the side and commented, “Did he get up from the wrong side of the bed today? At this rate, the balls are going to be smashed to pieces.
A speechless Shawn watched on with a stupefied expression plastered on his face.
Devin stood there with his eyebrows furrowed. After a while, he picked up his golf club and walked over.
“What’s wrong? I can sense fury emitting from within you. Who pissed you off?”
No one answered.
The only sound that ensued was a deafening thud that came from yet another forceful hit.
That is some temper…
Devin took his place beside the golf balls and positioned himself with the golf club in hand. “I heard you’re investigating your birth father. How’s it going? Still no news? Do you need my help?”
“Save it.”
His instantaneous reply came as a surprise.
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