Cheyenne smiled like a blooming flower and mockingly touched her forehead, murmuring softly, “I thought Master Sam would politely decline and say it’s not necessary.”
After all, for people like them, the money just meant a digit.
“I believe that Miss Lawrence wouldn’t let me lose out.” Sam joked, but seeing her actually entering the amount, he immediately stopped her. “Just kidding. But, can I add Miss Lawrence on Line?”
“Adding me on Line costs three thousand bucks! What an honor for me. By the way, Master Sam, I have another ount, do you want to add that one too?”
Cheyenne happily calcted, making Samugh uncontrobly. He indulgently smiled at her. “Miss Lawrence turns out to be a money enthusiast.”
“All added. I have something to attend to, Master Sam, see youter.”
“Sure.”
She waved her sleeve, taking nothing with her.
In the car, Sam watched her thin figure, gradually disappearing in her white shoes, and his gaze paused for several seconds.
It wasn’t until the driver quietly asked if they should depart that he slowly rolled up the car window.
In a ce where no one could see, the elegant gentleman who was warm as a spring breeze just a second ago instantly turned into a domineering king exuding an aura of aggression.
He coldly instructed his subordinates, “Order a re-investigation. Find out exactly who Cheyenne’s mother is!”
“Yes.”
Akloit, the top floor of the Foley Group, CEO’s office.
After many days, Chris finally saw what his boss looked like when he was back to work, which brought tears to his eyes.
During this period, the CEO had dyed a lot of work for Miss Lawrence.
It was fine for him to take leave, but the pile of documents had overwhelmed him. Chris hadn’t taken a break for over a month.
Now that Kelvin was back, could he finally take a break this weekend?
However, there was still a gap between ideal and reality, and soon Chris would realize that his ideal was nothing but wishful thinking.
Behind the desk, Kelvin, who returned to work, didn’t throw himself into work as expected.
Instead, he propped his chin with one hand and stared fixedly at the pot of mimose outside the window.
Therge office became silent for a long time.
Chris decided to break the ice himself. He ced a document in front of Kelvin and quickly reported on the work.
“Mr. Foley, take a look. This is the bidding document from the Parry family at thest auction.”
“Also, the traitor in thepany has been found; she’s a female employee named-”
Before he could finish, Kelvin ruthlessly interrupted, holding up his hand in amanding manner.
The sound of the work report ceased abruptly, and Chris respectfully took two steps forward, lowering his head to listen to the man.
He thought that Mr. Foley had something important to instruct him.
To his surprise, the aloof and god-like Mr. Foley asked him a very childish question.
“Do you think the mimose will wither if it’s ced on the balcony under the sun?”
It was a nt Cheyenne had given him. He had never paid attention to it before, and no one had taken care of it either.
But the unassuming little nt unexpectedly thrived, surviving several cycles of seasons, just like her.
Chris’s lips twitched upon hearing the question. Although he had a “limited education”, he did know that nts could survive through photosynthesis and be self-sufficient. How could they possibly wither from sun exposure?N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Foley. It won’t wither from sun exposure,” he reassured.
Kelvin continued his inquiry, “If I water it five times in the morning, will it drown?”
Suddenly, Chris became nervous and looked at Kelvin with clear, watery eyes. He resembled a diligent student eager for the teacher’s approval. Chris sighed helplessly and gave a vague reply, “Perhaps it might. Mr. Foley, you are spoiling it too much.”
Because of his deep love for Miss Lawrence, he loved everything associated with her, and that’s why he acted this way. Chris couldn’t help but think, ‘Once a man falls in love, he loses his rationality, just like the esteemed Mr. Foley.’
It seemed that Chris had some experience in this area. Kelvin furrowed his eyebrows, thinking for a moment before deciding to let Chris take care of the nt.
“Chris.”
“Here, sir.”
“Starting today, it’s your responsibility to take care of it. Remember, if this nt loses a single leaf, you’ll have a thousand deducted from your sry.”
In amanding tone, the man delivered the order and handed the nt solemnly to Chris. One could mistakenly think it was a national treasure. In reality, it was just a small gift Cheyenne got for free from a vendor on the street. She noticed Kelvin’s officecked vitality, so she sent it over.
Chris felt like he had caught a hot potato. In his mind, he could only hear the CEO’s words echoing. “A thousand bucks for each leaf lost!” The face that was usually devoid of expression now revealed a nervous and fearful expression.
After all, his monthly sry was only thirty thousand.
Meanwhile, after resolving a major concern, Kelvin finally remembered that he was currently at work. He ced his sped hands on the desk, straightened his posture, andposed his handsome face.
“Speak up, what important matter do you have?”
Chris carefully ced the nt on the desk and continued where he left off.
“That traitor’s name is Jenna, an employee in the finance department. My people captured photos of her entering and leaving high-end hotels and jewelry stores with Mr. Parry.”
“I specte that she was the one who leaked the auction details.”
Kelvin tapped the desk with one hand, his tone calm yet incisive as he pinpointed the core issue.
“A mere employee surely wouldn’t have ess to first-hand information. Keep investigating and find out who is behind her. Get rid of thempletely.”
Chris nodded in agreement, subtly ttering him, “Impressive insight, Mr. Foley. Jenna is just a graduate from a lesser-known university. How could she have the right to work in thepany?”
“It’s because she and the supervisor, Craig, were ssmates and have a close rtionship. That’s why she was pushed to the front desk and was transferred here once her internship ended.”
“The auction prices were also leaked by this finance department supervisor, and Mr. Parry took advantage of Jenna.”
Now that the issue had been resolved, Kelvin decisively issued hismand.
“Dismiss her and the supervisor, Craig, together. The Foley Group does not tolerate traitors.”
“Furthermore, deduct the performance bonuses of the personnel department head responsible for recruitment this month, and have them submit a written reflection.”
“Yes, sir.”