NovelAppNoticing that everyone was staring at him, Carson raised his eyebrows and touched the tip of his nose.
Before he could say anything, the executive who was presenting asked timidly.
“Mr.
Scott… Is there anything in my report that needs to be corrected?”
Carson heard the man’s question and answered, “No.” He wondered who was speaking ill of him behind his back.
Hearing this, the man exhaled a sigh of relief and smiled, but before he could fully relax, he noticed Carson had closed the file in his hand and tossed the pen on the desk before standing up.
“Because the entire report is bullshit.
Even kindergarten kids could write something better.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Mr.
Scott…”
With one hand in his pocket, Carson sneered as he scanned everyone in the conference room.
“I know sof you think I don’t deserve to be here, right? Well, guess what? I enjoy my privileges.
You don’t likebut you still have to serve me.” He pointed at the stacks of work reports on the table.
“I’ll give you a day to redo these.”
He turned around and left the room without l
oking back.
Everyone in the large conference room lowered their head and didn’t dare to speak.
In the ward
There was only a distinct noise coming from a device.
Checking the ton his phone, Victor closed the file and looked at
Joey, sitting on the sofa and playing with his iPad.
He had been sitting quietly there for an hour and a half, simply waiting for Victor to finish his work.
Victor’s eyes gradually narrowed as he looked at him, and he seemed lost in thought.
Suddenly, a message popped up, interrupting his thoughts.
He withdrew his gaze and tapped on the message box.
It read, “Mr.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSullivan, she’s awake.”
“Have you finished your work?” Joey had been keeping an eye on
Victor furtively.
He couldn’t help but ask when he noticed that he had stopped writing and taken out his phone.
Victor swiftly deleted the message from his phone with a flick of his thumb on the screen.
“I can ask Ivan to drive you back if you’re tired,” he replied, looking up at Joey, assuming he wanted to go back.
“I’m not tired.” He wasn’t even done with his task here.
There was no way he could go back.
He set the iPad down and cover to Victor.
He then sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his shins.
“Mr.
Sullivan, you toldbefore that you lost the one you love, didn’t you?”
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