Complying with her husband’s request, Mrs. Newman reluctantly put a gift together.
She then saw Mr. Newman out the door.
Once Mr. Newman was gone, Mrs. Newman murmured to herself, “She’s just a country bumpkin. I doubt Mr. York will love her forever. The girl’s just a breath of fresh air to Mr. York for now. The country bumpkin won’t be the lady of the house for long once he’s bored of her.”
Half an hour later, Zachary got a call through the intercom. Mr. Chaplin relayed Mr. Newman’s wishes to meet.
Needless to say, Zachary knew why Mr. Newman was here.
Mr. Newman turned up before Zachary had a chance to get even with the guy.
“Let him in,” Zachary callously responded to Mr. Chaplin.
Mr. Chaplin hung up and relayed the message.
Sitting in the building’s VIP lounge on the first floor, Mr. Newman quietly but restlessly waited. He pulled himself together at the sound of incoming footsteps, pretending to play it cool as the receptionist approached.
“Mr. Newman, our CEO wi
