Charles frowned and wondered how Rachel turned into such a crafty and evil woman. When they were still together back then, she was completely different. She was a sensible, kind girl in his eyes. Now, however, he wondered if she was just a fake before, and that this was really her true nature. He had a bad expression of her.
There was nothing left inside of Charles but hatred for Rachel.
"Hello, Mr. Lu. What's the occasion? Why did you want to see me in such a hurry?" Rachel asked in a sweet voice. His call didn't surprise her. Judging by the anger in his voice, she guessed that Charles and Sheryl had a big fight, and that he wanted to talk about it with her. This thought overjoyed Rachel that she answered the call immediately.
She even started to imagine the happy life that she and Charles would have after he and Sheryl got divorced.
However, Rachel's playful coy and flirtation only enraged him more. "Let me make myself clear. I do not want to see you, but I have no choice at the very moment, so get your ass over here right away!" he demanded brashly without even considering her feelings.
Still in a flirting and sweet tone, Rachel replied, "Fine. Since you invite me, then I will be there. Please, tell me where you are, so I can be on my way." Even though Charles had yelled and insulted her, she still wasn't fazed or even mad about it. Her mood was just too good to be overcome.
Since Charles had no intention of going anywhere else, he told her to come to the cafe and ended the call without waiting for her response.
Charles heaved a furious breath before drinking the coffee in one gulp. The anger had overwhelmed him, making him yell at the waitress for another refill.
His attitude broke the tranquil and warm atmosphere of the cafe. It also drew the attention of most guests. When they turned to look at his direction, they were surprised and miffed to found out where the raging noise came from. At that moment, Charles became aware of his rude behavior, but he was still fuming, rendering him having no mood to apologize.
As the other people in the cafe landed their eyes on Charles, they immediately withdrew their curious glances and started to whisper and talk to their companies as if nothing happened.
They all had one thing in mind, and that was that they couldn't afford and dare to mess with Charles. Once they showed how annoyed and scornful they were to his rude behavior, they might just get themselves into more trouble. This man was powerful, wealthy, and influential enough to be able to change their fates and play god after all.
No one in the cafe had the guts to get on such a bigshot's bad side, not to mention that the stone-cold president was in a really bad mood. So they ignored him as if he wasn't a bother at all.
Upon hearing Charles' order, the waitress got a cup of coffee immediately, and wasted no time as she made her way to deliver the refill to the irritated man. She carefully placed the cup in front of him with respect and fear of making a wrong move. As the man had no other request, she scampered off with the empty cup and felt like she could finally breathe.
Meanwhile, after Charles had hung up the phone, Rachel immediately called Holley in the intercom. "See me at my office right now," she instructed.
Since Holley worked in the company as well, it was convenient for Rachel to contact her.
"Right away," Holley replied as she sensed the urgency in Rachel's voice. She rushed out of her office, leaving her unfinished work behind, and left for Rachel's.
Rachel's secretary opened the door for her, and as soon as the door closed behind her, Holley asked, "What's up?"
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