Elephant cross river

Chapter 409 - 405, have you cried?

Chapter 409: 405, have you cried?


, but her mind was rapidly at work.


The indirect confession of the president last night, she had long recognized the president’s special care for Assistant Carry; the consequences would be unimaginable if she knew what was on her mind just now.


She chuckled and said, "Mr. President, I was thinking about last night, that Director Moore, his character is not really good, he even... with his own secretary..."


"Alright, you may leave now." Wesley Foley had already picked up his coffee and brought it to his lips, his lowered gaze barely concealing his impatience.


Secretary Liu had initially made up an excuse to prevaricate, but as she spoke, she became more excited, forgetting that successful men dislike gossip, even if it’s about their adversaries.


"Yes, Mr. President." Secretary Liu respectfully responded, turned away sheepishly, yet as she reached the door, Wesley Foley lifted his handsome face.


"Secretary Liu, has Assistant Carry not come to work yet?"


The president also knew that the assistant’s absence without reason was a delinquency; Secretary Liu’s heart leapt with joy while maintaining a respectful appearance.


"Yes, Mr. President, Assistant Carry has not yet come to work, and the HR department has not received any notice of her asking for leave..."


"Mm, you may go." Before Secretary Liu could finish reporting, Wesley Foley interrupted her again, took a sip of the coffee Secretary Liu had brought in, and then frowned.


With a secret curl of her lip, Secretary Liu acknowledged silently and then withdrew.


Having just closed the office door, in the corridor, Titus Zane happened to walk by, carrying Wesley Foley’s schedule for the day, her brown wavy hair casually draped over her shoulders, unbound.


"Yo, Assistant Carry, you came quite early today," she said with a snide tone as soon as she turned around to stand at the door.


Titus Zane gave her a fleeting glance, dismissed her, and continued towards the office with the schedule in hand.


Secretary Liu slowly took a few steps forward, blocking Titus Zane’s path, chin lifted, with a smirk that didn’t hide her mockery.


"Assistant Carry, don’t get too full of yourself just because the president has taken a bit of care of you—flowers don’t bloom for a hundred days, you understand that logic, right?"


Blocked, Titus Zane could only stand still; her eyes, shadowed with eyeshadow, still revealed slight redness, and her gaze, which fell on the shorter Secretary Liu, watched her lips move incessantly.


"So, don’t overdo it, lest you find yourself out of favor and trampled by everyone!"


"Then let’s wait until the time comes for me to lose favor before trampling," Titus Zane retorted coldly and walked past Secretary Liu towards the president’s office.


A lady with self-respect always pays attention to her image; Titus Zane always walked with her swan neck slightly lifted, a posture that in Secretary Liu’s eyes seemed arrogant and conceited. Watching Titus Zane’s retreating figure, she muttered resentfully.


"Hmph! Let’s see how long you can keep that smugness!"


...


Gently knocking on the door, Titus Zane entered the office and stood at a respectful distance from Wesley Foley as she recited the day’s schedule. During this, Wesley Foley watched her until she concluded with the schedule, and then he spoke.


"Carry, what happened last night that made you late today?"


Titus Zane lowered her gaze, a move that could somewhat mask the redness in her eyes.


"I’m sorry, I drank too much last night, so I overslept today."


If it were any other employee, Wesley Foley would not have inquired further, as everyone had indeed drunk quite a bit last night. However, Titus Zane held a special place in Wesley Foley’s heart; and because she was special, she garnered more of his attention.


Even as Titus Zane kept her eyes downcast and covered with eyeshadow, the slight swelling did not escape Wesley Foley’s notice.


"Have you been crying?" Wesley Foley furrowed his brows, expressing a direct, forthright question.