Chapter 451


    Chapter 451 His Expression Changed


    J led Chitt in. “Mr. Floyd, this is the office prepared for you.”


    The sunset spilled in through the floor–to–


    ceiling windows. They could see the glowing clouds in the sky from a wide


    view, which looked like a painting from a distance.


    On


    one corner of the long table was a pen holder and engraved seals, as well as several exquisite orname


    nts.


    The reference books were sorted and ced on the bookshelf on the


    right. Some foreignnguage magazines were ced on the lower floor.


    On the right side of the desk was a lockable cupboard, which seemed to be used for Chitt’s personal ite


    ms, and there was also coffee thoughtfully prepared inside.


    Chitt looked around and nodded with satisfaction.


    “It can be seen that Ms. Longfellow is very thoughtful. I like it very much.”


    After not seeing J answer for a while, Chitt turned his head in surprise and saw her standing in fron


    t of the wall in a daze.


    Chitt looked over curiously. There was a delicately framed oil painting hanging on the wall.


    “Thick strokes, natural light, and shadow, it was really a good painting.”


    Chitt sincerely appreciated it. In fact, as long as it was arranged by J, even if it was grass? It would


    be great!


    J didn’t receive Chitt’s tter. She muttered softly, “The painting is good. But I don’t remember aski


    ng Marco to prepare this…”


    “Ms. Longfellow, what did you say?”


    Chitt didn’t hear J’s words clearly, so he subconsciously asked again.


    Marco walked in with the coffee he had just made. Seeing J standing in front of the


    painting in a daze, he exined, “Ms. Longfellow, I forgot to tell you. Mr. Webster


    asked someone to send it before. He asked to put it in this office.”


    “Mr. Webster?” Chitt frowned tightly. “Do you mean Nathaniel from the Webster


    Group?”


    He looked at the oil painting on the wall and felt angry for a moment.


    Marco nodded, gesticting in the room with his fingers. “And these decorations, this projector, and the


    coffee in the cab were all sent by Mr. Webster.”


    Every time Marco pointed, Chitt’s expression turned cold.


    No wonder, everything in this room was not pleasing to him!


    He hadn’t settled with J’s ex–husband. How dared Nathaniele in front of him


    first?


    J stared at Marco dissatisfied. “Did you just ept it when he gave it to you?”


    Marco scratched his head. “I think these things are indeed quite good. Especially the projector, it is a li


    mited edition.”


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    J nced at the high–


    tech projector and said in an angry tone, “Does the Longfellow Group can’t even pay for a projector?”


    “No, I will remove these things immediately!”


    Marco waved his hands in fear, and ran towards the projector, ready to take it off.


    “Slow down. Just leave it there.”


    J stopped him. “Calcte the price. Since Chitt said he likes it just now, then let’s keep them. It do


    esn’t matter who gave it to you. Take my ount and give it back.”


    Chapter 451 His Expression Changed


    “Throw them out.” Chitt’s voice suddenly sounded. He felt disgusted. “These things, as


    well as this bad painting, take them away.”


    J looked at Chitt’s cold face and was confused. “Mr. Floyd, didn’t you like this painting just now?”


    Chitt was embarrassed for a moment and then said righteously, “It’s an office. With a projector and oil p


    ainting, there is no working atmosphere. People who have stayed in


    such an environment for a long time must not want to work!”


    J was choked, feeling a little more guilty of no reason, not daring


    to say that there were still toys in her office and a shelf of countless figurines.


    Marco looked left and right in embarrassment, not knowing who to listen to.


    J nodded toward Marco. Although Chitt was capricious, this was his office after all, so he just listen


    ed to him.


    “Pack these up and let Nathaniel take them away when hees next time.”


    Marco ordered people to take all the things out, and asked J for instructions, “Ms. Longfellow, just


    now someone said they wanted to hold a wee banquet for Mr. Floyd tonight, so they let me ask yo


    u for instructions.”


    J looked at Chitt. “What do you think, Mr. Floyd?”


    Looking at the gradually empty office, Chitt’s expression softened. He agreed after thinking about it.


    “That’s good. I’ll spend a long time with everyone in the future. Getting to know each other early will ma


    ke it easier to work together in the future.”


    J nodded in agreement. “Marco, go book a restaurant and send the address to


    otherster.“!!


    In the end, she also asked, “Remember to find a quiet ce.”


    Thest time they met, Chitt had an appointment in a café with Donahue right after he returned. Presu


    mably, he was a person who didn’t like noise.


    Chitt nced at J, and a kind look shed across his eyes.


    There was still more than an hour before getting off work. J asked someone to sort out the relevant


    information about the racing club and stayed in Chitt’s office to help him familiarize himself.


    The sun set and it was night. The wind caressed the flowing clouds, dragging faint cloud threads in the


    night sky.


    Nathaniel ended the call with his partner, swiped his fingertips on the phone screen, and dialed J’s


    number.


    J’s waiting tone on the phone was a piece of ssical violin music. While listening to it, Nathaniel l


    eisurely tapped on the table with his fingers, thinking about what to take J out for dinner.


    She was more concerned about her figure recently. It was better to eat something light at night. There


    was a restaurant in the north of the city that tasted good, and the environment was also very…


    “Hello.”


    Nathaniel’s hands suddenly stopped. And his raised lips fell instantly.


    A male voice?


    A man answered J’s call!


    “Who are you? Why are you answering others‘ calls?”


    Nathaniel restrained himself and rolled Adam’s apple. He was alert.


    “Who are you?” The other person asked without answering.


    “This number has had twenty missed calls in the past week. Are you a tel


    fraudster?”


    All the blood in Nathaniel’s body rushed to his head at this moment. Both his eyes were


    burning.


    Fraudster?


    Damn!


    Nathaniel gritted his teeth. “You haven’t answered my question yet. Why are you


    answering others‘ calls?”


    “Are you a thief?”


    Nathaniel’s reply was childish, making Chitt on the other end of the phoneugh.


    Such a naive man could also be the president of the Webster Group.


    Was there such a shortage of talent? Then he could run for president another day.


    The door of the office opened. J wiped the water on her hands with a tissue. When she walked in,


    she saw Chitt staring at her phone with a sneer.


    “What’s wrong?”


    Chitt handed the phone to J. “Your phone rang for a long time, so I answered it for


    you.”


    J took the phone and asked casually, “Who is it?”


    Chitt shrugged and deliberately said loudly. “I don’t know. And you didn’t save any


    notes.”


    Nathaniel almost crushed his phone when he heard it.