Holden leaned back against the sofa with a devilish expression on his face. “Don’t bother, for I’m pressed for time. But then, I also feel like enjoying myself, and I can’t help desiring to grope a woman, so I’ll just do it here.”
Argh! What a shameless man!
I pursed my lips and said nothing further.
After turning up the thermostat in the office, I watched as the woman removed her leggings while seated on Holden’s lap. Subsequently, the two of them started getting it on right there without any qualms.
Lifting a hand, I massaged my temples as I felt a headache coming on. Then, I made a video call to Ashton, and fortunately, he answered in mere seconds.
I turned the camera to face Holden, whereupon Ashton’s brows furrowed. In a terse voice, he drawled, “You came to my office to have fun, Mr. Taylor?” The moment his voice fell, the two people who were initially a tangle of limbs sprang apart.
Raising a hand, Holden wiped the lipstick off his lips before he swung his gaze at me with a frown. “What are you doing, Scarlett?”
I merely shrugged in response. “I think it’s more appropriate for my husband to discuss business with you.”
At that, his brows creased slightly. He then pushed the woman off him and snapped coldly, “Take the money and leave!” In the next moment, he took out a check from his wallet and threw it at her. After picking up the check, the woman quickly left.
Thus, it was only Holden and me in the office then. Glimpsing that Ashton was in the car, I couldn’t help asking, “Where are you going?”
“I went to prison to pay Brandon and Abe a visit.”
Hearing that, I nodded in acknowledgment. Now that Holden was back to normal, I ended the call with Ashton. I then looked at Holden and said, “Can we talk business now, Mr. Taylor?”
It was clear as day that he was rather chagrined. Pursing his lips, he sprawled on the sofa as though he was boneless as he groused in a weak and languid voice, “I didn’t eat breakfast when I came out in the morning, so I’m starving and don’t have any energy to talk.”
Nodding with a faint smile, I dialed the secretary’s external line. In no time, Stella picked up the call. “Hello, Mrs. Fuller, this is Stella here. Is there anything I can assist you with?”
“Please order a bountiful breakfast spread. I’d like an American breakfast and a set of continental breakfast. Thank you.” After I had finished speaking, Stella was noticeably taken aback, but she promptly concurred, “Sure. I’ll get right to it.”
When I hung up the phone, Holden closed his eyes while reclining on the sofa. I wasn’t in a hurry either, merely continuing to review the documents in hand with my head lowered, scanning through all those that needed to be approved, one by one.
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