GoodNovelChapter 137 Everett finally lifted his eyes to meet hers.
Lydia, pulling out all the stops, fluttered her overly tic, spider-leg-like false eyelashes at him, trying to dazzle him with her gaze. She was dead set on winning him over.
Everett pushed the bowl of fish soup aside, his voice icy and detached, cutting her down with. "What makes you think you're better than Selena?" Lydia was floored, not expecting him to say that. Just moments ago, she heard him trashing Selena's cooking. Lydia's soup wasn't her own handiwork-it was crafted by a top-notch chef from a five-star hotel, so it was perfect in every way. How could it not stack up against Selena's? Besides, he hadn't even tried it yet.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs Lydia scrambled to cup with a response, Everett gave her the boot. "Get out." Finally, having the chance to get close to him, Lydia wasn't about to let it slip away. She set the soup down, eyed his furrowed brow, and plucked up the courage to move behind the couch.
"Mr. Bennett, it's really unbecoming of a wife to make you so unhappy. Being angry isn't good for your health. I've picked up smassage skills; lethelp you unwind a bit." With a gentle touch, her hands landed on Everett's shoulders.
In a flash, Everett sat up straight, leaving her hands hanging in the air. "I said, get out!" His voice now carried a firm edge.
Lydia stood there at a loss, biting her lip in a desperate sort of way. "Mr. Bennett, I... I'm just worried about your health." Everett's face was like ice. He saw right through her clumsy attempts. He'd only let her in because he was steamed at Selena, yet Lydia was so oblivious and overstepped her bounds.
"Who do you think you are? You think you have the right to speak about my wife?" Everett stood, hands in his pockets, towering over her. "Without Selena, you wouldn't even get a sniff of Bennett Corporation. Got it?" His voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable weight, sending a chill down Lydia's spine, rendering her speechless.
"If there's a next time, leave on your own!" Lydia's lips quivered, her face pale. She didn't dare push her luck anymore and stumbled out.
"Wait." Her heart skipped a beat, thinking there might still be hope, and she turned back eagerly. "Mr...." "Take your stinking soup with you! Don't let that filth dirty my office." Lydia couldn't hold back anymore, yeher eyes welling up. Even if she was clueless, she got the message-Everett was calling her filthy and stinking... Grabbing the soup, she covered her face and hurried out.
Once Everett settled back in his office, he still felt the place was tainted. Everything annoyed him. He hit the intercom. Derick answered, "Mr. Bennett." "Get the cleaning crew in here now. I want my office completely sanitized." Derick hesitated. "...Yes." Didn't they just clean it this morning? What on earth happened?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"And from now on, keep unauthorized folks away from my office. One more mistake and your year-end bonus is Π history!" With that, he hung up with a snap.
Derick, clueless about what had gone down, was on the verge of tears. He hadn't done anything, why was he caught in the crossfire? "Joy, do you think Everett's got sserious issues? He's always nitpicking and blowing up over nothing. Is he having an early mid-life crisis?" Sitting in the car, Selena was venting like crazy to Joy, feeling like she was about to explode.
After hearing the full story, Joy also found Everett's anger strange and without reason, but she was stumped tand son too and only able to chalk it up to "It's probably work stress. Everett isn't taking it out on you specifically."
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