NovelAppChapter 1097 So now, was the boss bored out of his mind? No, wait, he suddenly remembered that Ms. Bella had taken off to Lidaria a couple of days ago.
Had she not returned yet? Was Mr. Romeo planning to follow her? “But Mr. Romeo, didn't Ms. Bella say before she left that she didn't want you tagging along?" Carl, seated in the driver's seat, remembered their conversation clearly.
With a straight face, Romeo replied, "I'm not going to chase her, | just don't trust anyone else with this project." Carl thought to himself, "Boss, will Ms. Bella buy that story? If you want to see her, just say so. It's not like she doesn't know you." “Alright, I'll have the project manager clear the schedule, Carl said, suddenly pausing as a thought struck him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe turned back with a cheeky grin, "Mr. Romeo, tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and the next day is Christmas.
What about my holiday?" “What does a bachelor need a holiday for?" Carl was speechless, on the verge of tears.
Every tthe boss had a date or a holiday, he was left with all the work.
Enough was enough. He had to stand up for himself! "Got a problem with that?” Romeo's gaze fell on him.
Carl replied with a forced smile, “No. I'm grateful for this opportunity. I'm thrilled." “If work makes you so happy, you can handle the workload for both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day." Carl almost cried at the news, "Don't worry, Mr. Romeo. I'll get it all done." "Off you go." “By the way,” Carl added with a sly grin, “I heard that on Christmas Eve, people give gifts to their loved ones for safekeeping. Have you prepared any gift?" Like maybe a little bonus for the hardworking bachelor.
“Would a pink slip do?" "Mr. Romeo, | just remembered | have something urgent to attend to. I'll get right on it” Carl quickly exited the office.
The next morning.
When Arabella woke up, she found that it was snowing outside. The snowflakes were gently falling, blanketing the world in a pristine white.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEvery servant greeted her with a warm smile, "Merry Christmas Eve." Arabella wished them the same.
"Ms. Bella, you're up so early." The heating inside was ample, and May, dressed in light clothing, ran up to her.
"They haven't woken up yet. Mr. Sampson instructed that if you're up first, you should have breakfast. I'll take you there." "You're up this early too." “Mr. Sampson has plans for today. We all have to prepare early.” May didn't reveal what the day had in store. She wanted to surprise Bella.
After breakfast, Arabella followed May to the wine cellar to choose the wine for the evening.
Arabella hadn't visited this place when she toured her uncle's house the day before. Now, when she entered the cellar, her gaze was instantly drawn to the wines on the shelves.
“Mr. Sampson has a special affection for wines. He has several cellars, and this one houses his favorites. Each bottle on the shelf has a number. Ms. Bella, which wine would you like to have tonight?" Each cellar was fitted with a centralized air conditioning system to monitor the temperature and humidity. The lighting was strictly controlled. Every bottle stored here was wrapped in paper and neatly arranged on the shelves.
When Arabella arrived, there were security personnel patrolling, with fire extinguishers, smoke detectors, and surveillance cameras scattered about. It was clear that her uncle held these wines in high regard.
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