Chapter 487


    Maja nced at the message on her phone, then at the pile of paperwork on her desk.


    She sent a reply.


    “I might be a littlete.”


    “Alright.”


    Seeing his response, Maja put her phone aside and concentrated on the paperwork.


    Once she was done, she looked up at the sky outside and realized it was alreadyte. She quickly


    grabbed her phone to check the time.


    Four hours had passed since she started talking ton.


    She furrowed her brows, wondering ifn would really wait for her that long.


    “Mr. Raymond, where are you?”


    “The Raymond Corporation.”


    The office atmosphere was heavy, and the higher–ups reporting ton could tell his mood was off.


    As they left, they all seemed a bit scared, quickly warning their iing colleagues, “Mr. Raymond’s in


    a bad mood; watch out.”


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    So, those who nned to report to him that evening didn’t dare enter the office..


    Penny said she’d bete and had him waiting for four hours.


    She really had no sense of time. He never had to wait this long for anyone.


    But seeing her message, his anger subsided a bit, and swallowing his emotions, he replied with the


    location.


    Then he saw Maja sent another message.


    “It’s gettingte; how about Ie see you tomorrow?”


    “Come now.”


    He typed out these words, then slowly deleted them.


    “Whatever you want.”


    He sent this instead, then stood up, not even looking at the gift on the desk, and left the office.


    When he got back to his hotel, he still felt a burning anger inside.


    Butn was the type of person who became more collected the angrier he got, never losing control.


    That’s when Tyler Bennitt called, asking if he was back in the country and if he wanted to grab a drink.


    Tyler basically only called to go drinking.


    His wrist was adorned with an expensive watch, and his eyes were as deep as the ocean floor. He was


    calm andposed, yet he radiated an intimidating chill.


    While waiting for the traffic light, he heard a knock on his car window. He frowned, rolled down the


    window, and saw Samuel Brown.


    Samuel was dressed in a dark red suit, and he had just thrown a bow tie at him.


    Samuel was currently watchingn with excitement.


    “Mr. Raymond, what a coincidence.”


    As soon as the light turned green,n floored it.


    But then, a car suddenly swerved out from the side; it was Samuel’s car, and it made a turn in front of


    Samuel was just trying to teasen; after all, he noticed thatn was in a bad mood tonight and that the


    temperature in the car was practically freezing.


    hit.


    “Damn!” Samuel cursed loudly.


    immediately followed.


    Both of their feet were heavy on the gas pedal.


    It was evening, and there were manyrge trucks on the road due to new construction projects in the


    suburbs.


    Where there were manyrge trucks, it meant danger.


    Samuel loved driving; he was driving a sports car tonight, one that he had modified himself and had


    good performance.


    Ian’s car was a presidential–level defensive car; its leading performance couldn’t match a professional


    sports car. Butn was driving so fast–faster than Samuel ever expected.


    Especially when he saw one truck after another driving in front ofn’s car, Samuel’s heart was in his


    throat.


    Seriously, he was just teasing him, was there really a need for this?


    Samuel was getting angry now; he pressed the gas pedal hard.


    But all he could see was the back of Jan’s car.


    Until they reached the bar,n parked his car and got out without hesitation.


    A minuteter, Samuel’s car was parked behind him.


    Clearly, they were going to the same bar tonight.


    Samuel got out of the car and walked towardsn, a smile stered on his face,


    “Mr. Raymond, your driving skills are as good as those of a professional racer.


    Thenn walked into the bar.


    Samuel stood by the entrance, a bit lost.


    He took a deep breath to calm down.


    He definitely wasn’t as crazy asn, driving a defensive car faster than a sports car.


    He also wasn’t as ruthless and cold–hearted asn.


    “You, the guy who doesn’t even recognize your own wife!”


    Samuel cursed, then called his man, “Take my car for a modification; it’s crap; it can’t even outspeed a


    regr car.”


    The person on the other end of the phone waspletely baffled by his outburst.