"What did you say?" Ou Jue’s face instantly turned ashen.
"I said, you’re a control freak! What right do you have to dictate my life? I hate you!"
The conference room fell deathly silent.
Xiyan’s roar was exceptionally clear.
The employees discreetly wiped their sweat.
Oh dear, who is this girl speaking to the boss on the phone?
Is there really soone in this world daring enough to talk to their boss like this?
"Ahem..." Everyone coughed lightly, so lowering their heads to pick at their nails, others tilting their heads to stare at the ceiling.
Pretending as if they heard nothing.
Ou Jue’s handso face seed to be covered in a thin layer of frost in an instant.
A chilling aura spread through the entire conference room.
"What are you all standing there for?" Holding the phone mid-air, Ou Jue swept a cold glance across the room. "Speak up! Openly discuss!"
Everyone shrank their necks, and the very next mont, the conference room erupted in a flurry of forced chatter.
Clutching their docunts, people began to fake conversations with their neighbors about random topics.
Only then did Ou Jue stand up, leaving the group behind, seething with rage as he walked towards the nearby floor-to-ceiling window.
This woman—does she think she’s untouchable?!
Calling him a control freak? And even daring to say she hates him?
"I’ll give you one chance. Take back that last sentence imdiately."
"No way! You are a control freak! I’ve tolerated you bossing around with that superior attitude, forcing to change phones with only your number saved on it, but what are you doing now? Sending a group of people to follow ? Bastard, I hate this side of you, I hate it, hate it!" Xiyan stomped her foot angrily, as if venting her fury.
"Say ’hate’ one more ti, I dare you! Xia Xiyan, have I spoiled you too much lately? Is that why you’re rebelling now?"
"Ha, spoiled ?" Xiyan pointed at her nose, laughing out of sheer anger. "Your so-called ’spoiling’ is sending people to monitor ? Does everything I do have to be under your control? Your version of spoiling ans whatever you say goes, while I can only passively accept it and then wag my tail at you like a little puppy? Sorry, but I can’t handle this kind of ’spoiling,’ nor do I want it!"
Ou Jue’s thin lips pressed into a displeased straight line.
Damn this woman—she’s doing this on purpose to provoke him, isn’t she?!
"Can’t handle it? Don’t want it?" He let out a cold laugh. "Fine, listen closely. From this mont on, even if you die out there, it has nothing to do with !"
Still fuming, Xiyan imdiately shot back, "Great, thank you so much for that."
Their conversation ended on a sour, unhappy note.
Ou Jue clenched his fist and slamd it hard against the transparent glass.
The next second, his phone rang again.
With a dark expression, he answered the call.
"Young Master Ou, Miss Xia walked off in a fury and warned us not to follow her anymore... uh, so, do we keep following her?" the bodyguard cautiously asked.
"..."
The bodyguard hesitated and mumbled again, his voice trembling, "M-Master Ou?"
So, should they follow her or not...? QAQ
A few seconds later.
Ou Jue spat out a single word through gritted teeth: "Follow!"
"Ah... understood!"
"Follow her secretly. If she catches you again, I’ll personally twist all your heads off!"
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PS: Don’t rush to criticize Xiyan; you’re viewing this from the perspective of God, whereas Xiyan knows nothing about the truth of the situation.
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