Chapter 251
J sighed and said with a hypocritical expression on her face, "Madam, 25 is the best age for a
woman to have a baby. You must have seen how many single amazing women there are in our
company, naturally, a lot of them want to get into President Windham''s bed. If you don''t have a child
by your side now, I''m afraid some other woman might get there first, and you''ll end up losing out."
Izabe''s face remained calm, but she couldn''t help frowning at the end, feeling nauseous inside.
What era is it now, and how can there still be people saying things like using a child to secure one''s
status?
Izabe propped her chin on her hand and watched J''s performance, trying to figure out her
motive for urging her to have a child.
"So, do you want to get into Brett''s bed?"
"Madam, you''re overthinking it. I''m just President Windham''s secretary, and I''m telling you all this
because I hope you and President Windham can have a good life together. After all, you''ve been
married for so many years without a child, who knows if there''s a reason why. But madam, seeing
that you''re looking pale and taking so many medications, maybe you should get yourself checked at
the hospital," J exined, wearing a look of concern and shyness, making people wonder.
Izabe stopped enjoying the drama: "I don''t need an outsider to worry about my own affairs.
Besides, I know that if something is truly mine, no one else can take it away, and if it''s not mine,
there''s no point in keeping it. However, you''re right about one thing - there are quite a few people in
thispany with ulterior motives, and it might be time for a cleanup."
On the word cleanup, Izabe''s tone became a bit heavier, but J didn''t take it seriously. After
all, Izabe was just a housewife; could she really have any say in the Windham Group?
At this moment, there was somemotion outside. J nced over and her face changed
slightly: "President Windham."
"Why are you here today?" Brett looked a bit tired, but he couldn''t hide the pleasure in the corner of
his mouth.
Hearing that Izabe hade to bring him lunch, he immediately called a break to the meeting
and happily came back.
Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!
Brett ignored the presence of the other person in the office, and as soon as he entered, he asked
Izabe with a tone of pleasant surprise.
Izabe pointed to the thermos on the side and said, "Hurry up and eat. If I don''te to bring you
lunch, you''ll definitely forget again. Being hungry for a long time will only lead to stomach problems.
Do you want to suffer like me?"
Izabe has stomach cancer but she didn’t know and has been vomiting and unable to eat for the
past few days. The doctor came to the vi to treat her, but the stomach pain could not be eased.
She even vomited blood, but the doctor found that it was a severe stomach ulcer after examining
her. If she didn''t have the test results, she would have thought she had stomach cancer and was
about to die.
She knows the pain of stomach disease, so she doesn''t want Brett to suffer like her.
Brett''s eyes seemed to be obscured by something, and he looked a little dim. He held Izabe''s
hand tightly, and even in the summer, her hand was still cold.
"Can youe and bring me food every day? I will definitely eat well if you bring it." Then they
could go home together after work, how wonderful it was.
"You are thinking too much." Izabe nced at him sideways, but her lips curled slightly.
Brett saw her expression and knew that the matter was settled.
"We will go home together this afternoon."
"Okay."
Brett opened the insted container, and steam rose from the hot soup.
He took a sip of it first. "Where''s Liam?" Izabe asked.
"He went to take care of some things," Brett said, his eyes shing with a cold light as he thought of
what Liam had just told him.
He stared at J, who was still standing by their side. "What are you doing here?"
J quickly shook her head, knowing that staying here would be detrimental to her. She said to
Izabe, "Madam, I''ll go out first. If you need anything, you can call me."
This statement was faultless, and Izabe nodded. She watched J''s departing back with her
chin held up until it disappeared from view behind the wall, and her gaze still lingered outside. She
was thinking about what J had told her, ''child'', ''pregnant'', ''go to the hospital for a checkup.''
J couldn''t have suddenly said these things to her, and her interruption was too abrupt, as if she
was in a hurry toplete a task and had to say these things.
What was her purpose?
Brett ate two mouthfuls of rice and saw that Izabe was still staring outside, her thoughts entirely
elsewhere.
"What are you looking at?"
"I''m just looking at the female employees'' attire in yourpany. I''m wondering if I would have to
dress like her if I worked for you."
"What is she wearing?"
For a moment, the two of them had nothing to say. Brett was busy with work and rarely paid
attention to who was dressed in what, and those people who didn''t matter to him, he didn''t even
bother to remember their appearance, let alone their clothes.
After thinking for a while, he finally had a slight impression. The professional suit that J was
wearing seemed to be a short skirt, and it was more like a kinky temptation than a professional suit.
Brett was very clever and immediately understood that Izabe was jealous. The more she cared
about these things, the happier he was.
But then he thought of something else, his face turning serious.
Was Izabe misunderstanding him and the secretary flirting? He remained calm and answered
Izabe''s question, "If you really want to dress up, you should dress up for me to see. I''ll handle the
people in thepany."
After Brett finished speaking, he began to eat heartily. His phone was on the table, and messages
kept popping up. Izabe nced at it, then shifted her gaze back to Brett.
The office was air-conditioned, and Brett was wearing a white shirt with the cuffs unbuttoned, rolled
up to his elbows, revealing his muscr forearms. Even his eating movements were elegant,
making him pleasing to the eye.
On the other side, Liam was in the assistant''s office, pulling up the front desk monitor. The image on
the screen showed Izabe walking in with the insted container, and the front desk receptionist,
Madeline, casually chatting with her, her eyes full of contempt.
In addition, she was disrespectful to Izabe, so Liam edited the video and sent it to the HR
manager: "Fire her."
The HR manager was pretty baffled at first, like why did Liam need to fire a small receptionist?! But
after watching the video, especially hearing Liam''sst words "Ma’am," he suddenly got the
message and personally went to the front desk to fire Madeline.
Madeline was feeling uneasy at the front desk, hoping against hope that Izabe would forgive her
magnanimously after her views on her hadpletely changed.
But in the end, she couldn''t escape the fate of being fired. Madeline was filled with regret, hatred,
and intense jealousy. She was just impulsive and never expected that the president''s wife would be
so petty and actually fire her.
Feeling indignant, Madeline wanted to continue arguing, tearfully and shamefully saying to Mr.
Warren, "Mr. Warren, I didn''t know she was the president''s wife. I was wrong. I apologized to her,
can you give me another chance?"
Mr. Warren frowned, "Seems like you still don''t know where you went wrong. You drove away all the
guests, and today it was the president''s wife. Have you ever thought about what if the person you
drove away was here to discuss a cooperative project? Do you know how much money is involved
in any of ourpany''s projects?"
Madeline pursed her lips, realizing her big mistake.
"You are the receptionist we hired, not the boss. You have no right to drive people away with that
attitude. Firing you is already the lightest punishment."
For making such a mistake, at best she would be fired, and at worst she would be cklisted in the
industry, with a bleak future.
Madeline''s face turned pale.
"Anything else to say?"
"I..." Madeline was anxious and guilty, her eyes filled with tears, looking hurt. In the end, she
lowered her head and resigned herself to fate.
"Go to HR to get your sry."
"Uh..." Madeline choked and left in embarrassment after tidying up her desk.
Izabe didn''t know about what happened at the front desk. She was taking a look around the
president''s office. The decoration style was simple, mostly in cold white and gray, spacious, and
bright.
There was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and Izabe walked over and watched the crowds
coming and going downstairs.
Below the window was a fountain, the water shimmering under the sunlight.
Brett started working after lunch, and the quiet office was filled with the sound of typing.
After a while, he stopped. He took off his sses and rubbed his eyebrows. He was highly
concentrating on working, but long hours of working took a toll on him.
At that moment, a gentle hand pressed on his temples, the fatigue disappearing instantly. Brett
sighed in relief.
"How''s your hand?"
"Fine," Izabe answered while massaging him.
Brett closed his eyes and rested for five minutes, feeling refreshed. He nced at his phone. It was
two-thirty in the afternoon on May 15th.
He realized that in six days, it would be Izabe''s birthday. He had never celebrated with her before,
and he wanted to make it special this time.
But what should he give her as a present? He knew little about Izabe''s preferences.
For jewelry, he only bought her a ring before, but now her hand was injured, so it wasn''t convenient
to wear a ring.
What about a ne? Brett stared at Izabe''s smooth neck, and her conservative attire didn''t
even reveal her corbone.
Brett couldn''t help but think of that video, the sharp de passing through her corbone, and the
chain circling her neck like a ne.
His thin lips tightened, his face slightly pale.