Chapter 269 Missed Call
It was well past midnight, but the building of the Larson Group was still lit up on all fours.
Up in the CEO''s Office, the fragrant aroma of broth permeated the room.
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Charis slowly wiped her lips and told the servant, "You may take this back now."
She then turned to Ethan and smiled. "I''m sorry, about that. I guess I''m just used to it."
"It''s fine," Ethan replied as he continued to type on his keyboard. "Take a look at this and see if the
n is feasible after the modifications I made."
He ignored Charis''ment about her habits, and all but shut down her attempt to intimate at their
shared past. Back when they had just started their own business, Charis did like to drink some soup
whenever they had to work overtime. To her credit, she would also ask her servants to prepare a
decent midnight snack for the rest of the staff. She was quite finicky like that, but it never affected
her work. Besides, Charis was already much better than most richdies.
She leaned over and read his revised n over his shoulder. She made a point of being meticulous
about it, and was pleased to find that it was perfect, down to the finest detail.
Charis nced at the clock in the bottom right corner of hisptop screen. It was just two in the
morning. This was surprising, since she hadn''t expected him to finish the revisions so quickly.
She turned to Ethan and grinned. "You''re still an ace at your job! You managed to itemize the
problems and their corresponding solutions in just a few hours. If it were Garrett, it would probably
take him until morning."
Ethan began the process of shutting down hisputer and methodically packed up his briefcase.
When he spoke, his tone was cool and business-like. "Since there is no problem, I will be handing
the new ns over to our tech guys as well as the financial department so that they can start
working right away."
He paused then, as a thought urred to him. "But Charis," he said, his eyes narrowed. "These are
all very simple loopholes. We''ve encountered things like this in the past, some even trickier. You
used to solve them in less than two hours. You should have been able to take care of this easily
without my help."
Charis faltered under his piercing gaze. She took a second topose herself before answering.
"Well... I''ve been learning a lot about the domestic market recently. I suppose I was overwhelmed
by so much work all at once. Come on, Brandon. Surely, I''m allowed to take a break every now and
then."
Ethan considered this for a brief moment. She had a point, so he decided to drop the matter and
said nothing more. He grabbed his briefcase and suit jacket. He was done for the night.
Ethan hadn''t even risen from the couch when the door to the office suddenly burst open.
Garrett rushed inside, his forehead beaded with sweat, his eyes wide with panic. "Ethan! J got
into a car ident. The taxi she was in was hit by another car and fell over the bridge. The rescue
team is still on the river. We have no way of knowing whether J survived or not."
"What did you say?" Ethan jumped to his feet. All the color drained from his face.
He snatched his phone, intending to call his people to lead the search, but then he saw the
notification on the screen.
He had missed a call from J.
Ethan frowned and tried to put the pieces together. The only time he had been away from his phone
was when he had gone to the bathroom. J must have called then.
A heavy, suffocating silence fell into the room.
Garrett recognized the fury brewing in the other man''s eyes, and he instinctively stepped back.
"What is it, Ethan? Don''t just stand there. We have to do something!"
But Ethan whirled around to re at Charis. He held up his phone to her face and demanded, "Why
didn''t you inform me that my wife called?"