He stood up, grabbed the coat hanging on the chair, and said, "I’ll take you."
Serena Sullivan paused, smiled, and replied, "No need, Finn Chandler has arranged soone to pick up."
The na "Finn Chandler" seed to hit Ethan Grant’s strained nerves, causing them to snap. His eyes grew intensely cold as he glared at Serena Sullivan, his thin lips parted, and a chilly, angry voice followed.
"Finn Chandler!"
"When did it beco his turn to handle my affairs!"
"Moreover, you took leave, did I agree to that?"
The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and Serena Sullivan’s smile stiffened as she looked at Ethan Grant’s icy expression. Ethan didn’t like Finn Chandler; Finn Chandler couldn’t stand Ethan Grant. These two hadn’t gotten along for four years.
One was a longti friend, the other was the man she put all her effort into loving.
Back then, Serena was caught in the middle, often finding it difficult.
She softened her tone and replied, "The HR departnt already agreed to the leave, and I’ve booked everything here."
Today, she really needed to go; Finn Chandler had booked the best doctor in Solaria for her. The doctor is very busy. If she doesn’t go, the doctor might refuse to see her in the future.
In Ethan Grant’s ears, this sentence turned into another layer of aning.
Serena Sullivan hurried out, wanting to et soone with the surna Chandler.
The Chambers Family doesn’t wield influence in Solaria; otherwise, Ethan Grant would have already taken action against this effeminate Finn Chandler.
"Serena Sullivan, you really see yourself as Mrs. Grant, going whenever you want, and not going whenever you don’t want to!"
Ethan Grant mocked, and Serena’s smile faded; she deeply disliked Ethan Grant’s words.
The phone in her bag rang again, making Serena feel irritated.
"Mr. Grant, I’m really sorry, just dock my pay for today."
Her tone unconsciously softened; his mockery unexpectedly reminded her of how she impulsively called him first at the car accident scene years ago.
Only because he didn’t answer, she missed the best ti for treatnt on her legs and ended up like this.
Now he’s stopping her from going to the hospital, how dare he!
Serena blinked away tears, lowered her head, swiftly maneuvered the wheelchair, and left through the door.
Listening to the door slam, Ethan Grant’s anger soared to its peak. He saw the breakfast prepared for her on the table, and his hand lifted, hurling the soup bowl to the floor in rage.
The clattering sound startled the maid cleaning the bedroom; she ca out to see what was happening.
The dining room was filled with soup, noodles, and shards, while a solitary intact poached egg lay in the corner. Ethan Grant took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked heavily until he coughed uncontrollably.
Inside The Grant Corporation’s eting room, a strange silence prevailed.
Managers from various departnts sat at the eting table, not daring to even sneeze, and the breathing even grew quieter as Mr. Grant sat with a cold expression; a living King Yama erged from hell, as terrifying as one could be!
When it was the HR manager’s turn to report, he first talked about yesterday’s interviews and ntioned Zoe Quinn’s sick leave, relieved that Ethan Grant showed no reaction.
The previous managers in his departnt were all reprimanded by Ethan Grant; the whole eting room felt chilling, as if blood-soaked.
"Serena Sullivan will report in the afternoon."
Finishing his words, the HR manager thought a trivial matter like this wouldn’t provoke Ethan Grant’s anger, but as he was about to sit down, Ethan Grant’s voice rang out, "You chose Serena Sullivan to co in!"
This sentence exploded, not only frightening the HR manager but also panicking the other two managers who accompanied him during yesterday’s interview.
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