Chapter 250
Chapter 250 Feigning Comprehension,Boss, Your Wife’s Asking for A Divorce, Again!
At the same time, the explosive crack of thunder sounded overhead just as a purplish-white streak of
lightning split the night sky in half, ominously igniting the darkness that fell over thend. Tucked away
in Bayside Residence, Sonia bolted upright in bed and gasped. Her heart felt constricted with panic, but
she had no idea why. To switch on the bedsidemp, she had to bring her hand up. After that, she
massaged her temples and reached for the ss of water on her nightstand, then took a sip as she
tried to calm herself down.
She was done drinking and was just about to ce the ss back on the nightstand when her eyes
widened in horror; the curtains had not been drawn over the French windows at the foot of her bed, and
on the rain-sttered ss appeared a terrifying figment of what looked like a skull. Am I imagining
things? Sonia shut her eyes tight and opened them again, then looked up at the French windows once
more. This time, she was met with darkness, which was weakly illuminated by the neon lights of the
nightscape that refracted off the ss. There was no skull at all. “Phew.” She let out a huge sigh of
relief and patted her chest to soothe her wildly-beating heart. As it turned out, she had been imagining
things after all.
Of course I was. With the way modern society is progressing, I should be jaded enough to ignore all the
nonsense about paranormal stuff. She shook her head and let out a self-effacingugh at her own rich
imagination. When Sonia arrived at work the next day, Daphne—who had been waiting at the former’s
office doorway—bowed and greeted, “Good morning, President Reed.” “Good morning. Why are you
here waiting for me? Has something happened?” Sonia asked as she took out her card key and swiped
it across the sensor on the door, then made her way into the office. Daphne fell in step behind her. “I
just got a call from Fuller Group. They want you to go over for a meeting; it’s about alternative energy
coboration.”
Sonia was pulling up her chair when she heard this and paused. “Is the meeting at Fuller Group?”
Daphne nodded earnestly. “Yes.” The divot between Sonia’s brows went as quickly as it came. “Very
well, then. What time is the meeting?” In all honesty, she was reluctant to go over to Fuller Group, but
Toby was the person in charge of the coboration, and he called the shots when it came to the time
and ce for any relevant meetings. No one would dare speak up against his decisions unless they
were prepared to lose out on the project. Sonia had fought tooth and nail to procure the partnership, so
abandoning the project halfway was not an option, which meant she was left with no choice but to
attend the meeting. “It’s scheduled for 2.00PM,” Daphne answered dutifully. Sonia took off her coat and
sat down.
“Got it. Is there anything else?” “Yes—Mr. Lee has left you a ticket this morning.” Daphne opened the
folder she was carrying and produced a ticket, then handed it over to Sonia. Taking it and reading the
brief introduction on fashion inscribed upon it, Sonia couldn’t help butugh while musing, “I can’t
believe he actually gave me this.” “He wanted to wait to give it to you personally, but he got a phone
call and had to leave urgently,” Daphne exined. Sonia kept the ticket in the drawer and said, “Maybe
it was a work call. Speaking of which, you should get back to work now.” “Alright.” Daphne nodded
once and left the office. Presently, Daphne opened up herptop and set herself to work.
When lunchtime rolled around, she got a call from the police station and was informed that the
investigation into the restaurant incident had beenpleted. The police concluded that the whole
thing had been an ident, and having checked through all the security footage, they were sure that
no one sabotaged the crystal chandelier. As to why the chandelier had fallen in the first ce, the
investigation showed that it was purely due to a worn-out supporting chain. While Sonia found the
exnation to bezy and unreliable, in the absence of rust and sabotage, she coulde up with no
other reason as to how the incident could have urred in the first ce.
Regardless of her dissatisfaction, she allowed the incident toe to an end and did not press further
on the matter. She hung up the phone and nced at her bandaged arm, then heaved a sigh before
carrying on eating her meal. Afterward, she got into her car and drove over to Fuller Group all on her
own. Meanwhile, in the presidential office at Fuller Group, Toby’s gaze flickered over to the time
disyed on the bottom right corner of hisptop screen and asked, “Has everyone arrived?” Tom, who
was standing to the side, immediately understood what Toby was asking and nodded. “I saw three of
the coborators on my way here, so I assume the rest of them ought to have arrived by now.”
Toby hummed curtly in response. “Let’s go, then.” He took the cane that was resting against the edge
of the table and hoisted himself to his feet, then proceeded toward the door. Tom, on the other hand,
carried the documents as he followed suit. Upon their arrival at the conference room, Toby and Tom
made their way through the door, and those who were already waiting inside immediately stopped
chattering as they stood up and greeted, “President Fuller.” Naturally, Sonia maintained a courteous
and formal front along with the rest of her peers.
Toby’s gaze swept across those who gathered at the conference table before it lingered briefly on
Sonia, and only then did he look away. “Please take your seats.” Sonia and the others did as they were
told, and Tom began to hand out the information rted to the meeting agenda. However, a look of
astonishment shed in his eyes when he noticed Sonia’s bandaged arm as she reached for the
document, but he quickly rposed himself. It was only after he had returned to his usual spot
behind Toby that he pointed out in a low voice, “President Fuller, it seems as if Miss Reed has been
injured.”
“I know,” came Toby’s stoic reply, though there was a meaningful gleam in his eyes. Tom raised a
brow. Okay, so I’ve unnecessarily voiced out my observation. I thought he had no idea about her
injury. The meeting officially began, and the agenda for the day was with regards to the essential uses
for which the alternative energy technology might be used after business discussions were concluded,
as well as the pros and cons of such uses. Sonia might have read up as much as she could on the
subject of alternative energy, and she might have sat through several college sses for the same, but
her knowledge on the matter was superficial at best.
Seeing as she had never done an extensive study on alternative energy, she couldn’t very well grasp
whatever content and opinions Toby presented throughout the meeting. She felt like she was listening
to gibberish. Left helpless, she resorted to writing down every single point of discussion, nning to
review and read up on them once she got home that evening. s, Toby spoke much too quickly for
her to jot down anything coherent, and her hand grew tired before her brain could register his words.
Frowning, she shook her wrist to relieve the onset of a cramp. Meanwhile, from the main seat, Toby’s
gaze darkened when he noticed her gesture out of the corners of his eyes and decidedly slowed down
in his speech.
Now, Sonia could finally catch up with whatever he was saying, and her notes were starting to look
more put-together than they had moments ago. However, she couldn’t resist peering at him once or
twice. She did wonder why he had slowed down in his speech all of a sudden, but she was not
narcissistic enough to think it had anything to do with her. Nearly two hourster, Toby raised his mug
of coffee to his lips and took a sip. “That’s all for the meeting today. Do any of you need rification on
anything we’ve discussed today?” He might sound as if he was offering everyone the chance to seek
further exnation, but his stony gaze was fixed on Sonia alone. Sonia, on the other hand, stared at
her notebook uneasily and bit down on her lip.
She wanted to say she had plenty of things she needed rification on, but when she saw that no one
else was asking questions, she figured she would be made theughingstock of the industry if she
were to say she was clueless about pretty much everything on the agenda. Of course, she wouldn’t
mind if she was made theughingstock, but she couldn’t live down the possibility of Paradigm Co.
bing the butt of the joke, too. She refused to even weigh the risk of it. I’m better off going through
these notes when I get back to the office so that I can try to understand them better. With that in mind,
she lowered her head and remained silent. At the sight of this, Toby pursed his lips, displeased by her
stubborn silence.
Does she take her pride so seriously that she’d rather feignprehension than ask questions? He
supposed that the few men in her life must have put in their fair share of work in order to keep her
afloat in the business world. A shadow passed over his handsome face when he thought about
Charles, Carl, and the other men in Sonia’s life, and the air around him suddenly grew cold. He
mmed his coffee mug against the table and said darkly, “Seeing as all of you have a firm grasp of
the subject matter, I want each of you to go back and write out an analytical report on the uses of
alternative energy.
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I want the report emailed to me by tomorrow. Dismissed!” An analytical report? Sonia looked up
anxiously when she heard this. How am I supposed to write a report when I can’t even make sense of
the meeting today? More importantly, how am I going to finish the report in less than a day? She looked
around and noted how everyone was unfazed, unlike herself. Before she could hold herself back, she
stood up and began slowly, “President Fuller…” Toby turned to look at her, and his expression softened
slightly as he said, “Go on.”
She dug her nails into her palms and asked, “May I have a copy of the security footage for the
conference room?” She knew that the security camera would have recorded the audio along with the
progress of the meeting, and if she could get her hands on the footage, then she could easily fill in the
gaps in her notes. So I’ll lose out on sleep tonight, but surely I could finish writing up the report if I were
to burn the midnight oil, right?