Prisley felt a chill run down her spine as she walked out. Her back stiffened.
As she closed the door behind her, the sound of breaking glass echoed from the office and made her heart skip a beat. She frowned, knowing that Heath had exploded in anger.
Prisley walked over to the Secretariat and spoke to Lisa, a secretary. "Lisa, let everyone know not to enter the president's office for the next twenty minutes."
Lisa's eyes widened in surprise. "Is he mad again?"
Prisley nodded. "Yes. Tell the janitorial staff to be ready." With that, she went back to her office.
Heath's temper was unpredictable. Sometimes, he would fly into a rage for no apparent reason. Prisley was the only one who could calm him down.
No matter how angry Heath got, a few gentle words from Prisley would restore his peace. This earned Prisley the nickname "Firefighter" among her colleagues.
But this time, she was the cause of the fire.
Back at her desk, Prisley hid her face behind a folder and let the tears flow. It was her way of venting when she felt wronged. It was her only outlet. She never showed her vulnerability to the outside world.
Today, she cried longer than usual. After she cried enough, she wiped away her tears, went to the bathroom to clean her face, and touched up her makeup.
The scenes of intimacy on the bed were still fresh in her mind. Moments ago, Heath and she had been lost in pleasure there, but now they had turned against each other. At the thought, tears rolled down her cheeks again.
"Heath, I love you, but I can't accept this kind of relationship," she said to herself sadly.
Heath smashed a display case with a crystal ornament, scattering his beloved collection all over the floor. How dare she defy him? Money and property couldn't buy her a smile. And she insisted on leaving!
She used to be so obedient, so easily pleased... Heath felt irritated. He swept everything off his desk and forcefully loosened his tie.
After a moment, Heath chuckled to himself. "What's the big deal? She was just a pet in my hands. A tantrum now and then was kind of cute.”
He would buy her a gift later to make her happy again.
Figuring it was time, Prisley carried a stack of documents to the president's office. As she reached the door, she heard loud laughter from inside. It was Heath and Steve, another vice president of the company.
Steve joked, "Heath, now that Filla is back, why not give me your assistant?"
Heath laughed, "Steve, remember, I've never liked sharing my toys with you since I was a kid."
"With so many beautiful women in the company, you just throw money at whoever catches your eye. Once you’ve thrown more than enough, they'll crawl obediently into your bed."
"Did you do the same to her?"
"Pretty much, didn't hold back on the spending."
The frivolous laughter filled the office.
Steve and Heath had been childhood friends, practically inseparable.
Hearing herself being openly discussed made Prisley feel exposed and embarrassed, as if she had been stripped naked and put on display.
She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The frivolous laughter inside stopped abruptly.
"President Rynn, there are some less urgent documents that need your review. And regarding Warner Tech, I wonder if you have a moment to hear my report?"
Prisley's fingertips felt cold as she handed over the files. She felt burning eyes on her back, scanning her like an x-ray machine.
Heath's earlier cheerfulness faded as he coldly replied, "Go ahead, Steven is no stranger."
Prisley handed the documents to Heath and Steve, then began her presentation.
"The downsizing plan proposed by Warner Tech's HR director is not feasible," Prisley declared, meeting Heath and Steve's gaze.
Heath and Steve exchanged looks. "Warner's software and product solutions are quite mature. Although there may be some redundancy in non-production areas, I believe we should increase our investment in R&D rather than follow the HR Director's suggestion."
"I have investigated our competitors' R&D investments and market prospects. The data is all in the report. If we play it safe, we could face a crisis in less than two years."
"I have outlined the costs and expenses of both plans for comparison. Now, it's up to you to decide."
With that, Prisley looked at the two in front of her. Heath studied the report, while Steve's expression changed from frivolous to approving.
"You're not afraid of upsetting Warner Tech's HR director? He's on David's side." Steve teased.
Prisley smiled contemptuously. "I can always be fired," she replied, giving Heath a meaningful look before turning to leave.
"Hey, Prisley, wait," Steve called after her, his eyes still a little drunk from their conversation. He looked at Heath. "I’ve got a cocktail party tonight, and I need someone to go with me. Can I borrow your assis...?"
"No," Heath cut him off, cold and determined.
"Come on, Heath, don't be so stingy. It's an important event tonight. Some big names are coming. I'm doing this for the company. You know I don't have a suitable date for such an occasion like this" Steve pleaded.
Prisley knew Steve was never short of company, but finding someone to accompany him to a high-end business cocktail party might be a challenge indeed.
After a few seconds of thought, Heath relented. "Fine, but you pay her overtime," he said, his displeasure was obvious.
Steve whistled happily. "Great! Prisley, I'll pick you up after work."
Prisley replied with a professional smile before leaving. Overtime pay, these rich dandies knew how to make fun of others.
Before leaving work, Prisley changed into her evening gown, accessorized with jewelry, and applied light makeup before heading to Heath's office.
During working hours, Prisley always dressed in standard administrative attire, opting for knee-length pencil skirts and never deliberately displaying her beauty or sensuality.
Her wardrobe consisted mostly of loose-fitting dresses for her off-work clothes. She wore form-fitting dresses that accentuated her graceful curves only on formal occasions.
Heath looked at her plunging gown and the sparkling diamond necklace for a while. His face darkened. He absentmindedly wrapped his arm around Prisley's waist for a while, then said in a subdued tone, "Go change into another dress."
"Why? I've worn this one before," Prisley asked.
"You're going out with Steve tonight," Heath replied, his tone tinged with impatience and firmness.
"What's the difference?"
"Of course there is a difference." He sounded slightly impatient, his tone becoming more forceful. Prisley could only return to her office and change into another dress.
Despite being the president of a large corporation, Heath privately lacks a sense of personal security. He underwent rigorous family training from a young age. While others were playing with toys, he was already doing business analysis.
His biological mother disappeared after a divorce when he was young, and his stepmother, Steve's biological mother, treated him with only superficial courtesy.
His father, the man who trained him from childhood, died suddenly of a heart attack five years ago, leaving young Heath a vast empire.
He has always wrapped his fragile heart in a tough exterior, never revealing his true self to the outside world. It wasn't until he met Prisley that he felt real warmth in his heart and allowed himself to show a little vulnerability on occasion.
Heath felt uncomfortable at the thought of Steve, the playboy, holding Prisley's beautiful body that belonged to him. But he couldn't let such a thing lead to an argument with Steve. He had no choice but to ask Prisley to change her outfit into something less revealing.
Prisley had to go back to her office and put on a dress that didn't highlight her figure as much.
"How about this?" Prisley asked.
Heath stared at her for a few seconds. "Prisley, you don't have to go tonight," he said sullenly.
The phone's ringtone interrupted Heath and Prisley's tender moment.Heath frowned as he answered. "What is it?... Alright, I understand."Hanging up, he wrapped an arm around Prisley, his face apologetic. "I'm so sorry, but something urgent's come up at the office. I need to go back right away."Still basking in his warmth, she murmured, "What's so urgent?"Heath reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "There's been a change in a new project. I need to personally oversee it. You rest up here first, and I'll go with you to the hospital later."He kissed her deeply on the lips. "Don't overexert yourself. I'll be back soon."Outside the company conference room, Steve met Heath the moment he arrived."The technical specifications for the new project have changed drastically," Steve explained, handing Heath a thick stack of folders. "Our existing solution is basically back to square one."Heath's brow furrowed as he flipped through the documents."No other way around it.
Hours later, Spencer was finally wheeled out of the operating room.Prisley and Heath rushed forward. Dr. Scott pulled off his mask, his face etched with exhaustion."Doctor, how is he?" Prisley's voice was tight with anxiety.The doctor massaged his stiff neck, letting out a long, weary sigh."We did everything we could. As it stands, we believe we've minimized the damage. His recovery from here on will largely depend on his own will."Prisley's tightly wound nerves finally began to loosen. "Thank you, Dr. Scott," she murmured.Heath squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It'll be alright. Spencer's a fighter; he'll pull through.""The patient will be in the ICU for a few days for observation," Dr. Scott added. "If there are no major complications, he should be moved to a regular room soon. After that, there's a rather long and potentially difficult period of rehabilitation ahead."Prisley nodded silently. She knew the road ahead was long, but at least the most dangerous hurdle was behind
Chapter 127: Post-SurgerySpencer's surgery finally went ahead as scheduled.That morning, before dawn even broke, Prisley arrived at the hospital.In her hand, she clutched a brown paper bag, a treasure trove of memories – a collection of photos of her and Spencer taken over the years.From the shy, hesitant girl hiding in his family's yard when she first arrived, to accompanying Spencer to baseball games, to seeing him off for work overseas.On the back of each photo, she had meticulously noted the date, location, and even a funny anecdote from that day."Spencer," she murmured softly, arranging the photos as she sat by his bedside, "Just in case you lose your memory after the surgery, look at these. I've written everything down carefully. They'll help you remember."Spencer's fingers trembled slightly as he turned the pages, one by one, his eyes quietly welling up.He looked up at Prisley, his voice a little hoarse. "Thank you, Prisley. If my memory truly gets cut out, I'll try my
"Long time no see," Heath said, his expression softening.Filla turned and saw Mark. A surge of resentment twisted in her gut. She'd foolishly believed she still held a significant place in his heart, only to find herself treated no differently than any other employee.“No, this won't do. I have to get him back. And David's business too! I want it all!”A short while later, Mark arrived at Heath's office. The once wild and uninhibited playboy now exuded a calm, sharp presence."It's been a while since I reported to my esteemed shareholder," Mark said with a grin, his smile injecting a much-needed jolt of life into the otherwise staid office atmosphere."It certainly has. I haven't really kept up with Voda Pharm's operations lately. You haven't run it into the ground, have you?" Heath returned a cool smile.The two men, both exceptionally handsome and charismatic, sat facing each other.One, in a dark suit, was cool and reserved, his expression unyielding. The other, in a light gray su
Filla's red lips edged closer to Heath's, and his heartbeat quickened abruptly.The recent friction with Prisley had him questioning the nature of their relationship. After all, since Spencer had been hospitalized, Prisley had barely smiled at him.He couldn't tell if it was his failing or if Prisley's feelings had shifted. He'd done everything in his power—all that he could, all that he should, even things he shouldn't have—yet Prisley still hadn't offered him a genuine smile.Heath even wondered if, after the incident at the coffee shop, Prisley had become someone else entirely, no longer the Prisley he'd known.The face before him, bearing a striking resemblance to Prisley, brought back memories of sweet times. Were they sweet times with Filla, or with Prisley? He couldn't quite pinpoint it. But that familiar smile, after so many twists and turns, softened his heart once more."Heath... I know you only sought her out because she looks like me, right? You never truly forgot me. Don'
In the spacious, brightly lit office of InnoExpand, David leaned back in his chair, a hazy gaze fixed on the ceiling, utterly detached from any semblance of work.Low moans occasionally escaped him.Filla knelt on the carpet before him, her head buried between his thighs, a not-so-large dick moving in and out of her mouth."This new office is brilliant!" David purred, luxuriating in her service."No more worrying about Heath's people finding us, right?"Filla, who had just serviced David's friend, Ford, the day before, was not pleased.She tried to appease David as much as possible. "Or... maybe I could just stick with you from now on. I don't want to go to Ford's."David snorted. "If you don't service Ford, how will he reliably help me out? You know, you're not exactly bursting with other uses."He grabbed Filla's hair, forcing her head back and forth violently.Filla nearly gagged from the discomfort. She knew she was just a tool, a plaything, to David.But even for this not-so-brig