Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 979

Frank trailed behind her, watching as she scrambled to turn off the stove.

He noticed an open bag of instant noodles on the counter. Was that her dinner?

Rebecca White turned around, not expecting him to be so close, her heart skipped a beat.

She instinctively stepped back and pointed, "Mr. Johnson, perhaps we should talk over there."

Frank, however, seemed not to hear, his brow furrowed deeply.

His tone and expression were dark, clearly displeased by the sight of the instant noodles. "Is this what you're having?"

"What?"

Rebecca White paused, taking a couple of seconds to realize what he was referring to.

"You mean the noodles? Yes… Why, is there a problem?"

Frank was visibly frustrated, "Where is all your money going? Can't you afford a decent meal?"

"…"

Rebecca White was taken aback. She had been saving her money, mostly to pay him back.

Besides, it's not like she ate instant noodles for every meal.

Moreover, "Mr. Johnson, isn't this my business?"

Implying that it was none of his concern, nor was it something he could control.

"You…"

Frank's temples throbbed with anger, reminded of the old saying about the unpredictability of dealing with certain people. He couldn't meddle in this?

Then he'd meddle where he could!

"Ms. White."

Frank's eyes narrowed as he stared at her, "You've been absent from work for several days without a word. Don't you think you owe an explanation?"

"Absent from work?"

Rebecca White was stunned, her eyes widening, "But that day, Sylvia sent me away, and you were there too…"

"I'm asking you."

Frank cut her off coldly, demanding, "Who hired you?"

Obviously, it was him.

"Hmph." Frank let out a low chuckle, "Since our relationship is that of employer and employee, did I ever dismiss you?"