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The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Don't Leave Me, Mate
Requiem of A Broken Heart
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius
My Coldhearted Ex Demands A Remarriage
Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss
"Damn it, it's so careless to forget to lock own workspace!" Edbert cursed softly when he saw a woman who was about to open the door from behind.
The leader of the wealthy company accelerated his steps so that he could quickly get to where the woman was.
"Damn stalker! What do you want to infiltrate into my workspace?" That question coincided with the opening of the door to Edbert's workspace.
The woman immediately turned around, surprised by the curse from behind. 'Damn, damn, damn. Why does everything appear?' she thought.
Without thinking, Edbert immediately pulled the woman's arm into his room. Obviously, it is inversely proportional to what the woman named Cellie thinks.
"What are you doing intruding into my room? You don't have the slightest courtesy; can you not even know about privacy? I don't care who you are because from the start anyone is forbidden to enter this room!" Edbert insisted after taking a seat in his chair.
Cellie is left standing because there is only one chair around. There is a sofa, but it is quite far away. It's not possible either Cellie dares to sit there. Even though her current actions weren't quite right, he still had a polite attitude towards an elder, let alone one of a higher rank. For him, finding a sense of security is better than dealing with people in power.
"Asked not answered, instead dumbfounded. Do you have a mouth or not?"
"Just be patient, Sir."
"Where is the patience? I feel wronged here!"
"Make a loss? Loss from where? I'm not a thief who just grabs stuff; besides, I haven't been here yet. Origin-"
"It's quick to say a clear reason; no need to beat around the bush from earlier. I still have a lot of work to do," interrupted Edbert, shifting his chair to the Cellie side.
Cellie snorted harshly, trying to hold back the anger that had peaked. Even though she is patient, it is undeniable that the billionaire next to her is now very firm and stubborn, so it annoys her.
"Fast!"
"Yes yes. As long as Mr. Edbert knows, I really want to be honest without being asked. So, no need to force me to say everything; I am definitely not a thief. Please be patient!"
Edbert's temper grew when he heard the expression from Cellie. Really, he could no longer contain the anger that was on the edge. Even his eyes were rounded perfectly towards the Cellie.
"Once again, you beat around the bush; I will have the heart to announce your attitude to all employees here. It doesn't matter who you are to deliberately infiltrate here," said Edbert emphatically.
Lamp Cellie shrink. "Yes, Sir, yes. I'm here because of the demands of work."
"Damn!"
"It turns out that this is how Mr. Edbert talks to strangers? Swearing is never left behind." Cellie again ventured, conveying sarcasm directly in front of the billionaire next to her.
Edbert got up from the chair, sharpening his gaze right at Cellie. Get close to the front Cellie.
"Don't tell me you framed me!"
Unable to bear the piercing gaze, Cellie looked away. Trying to stay calm, understanding the current conditions, let alone hearing Edbert's outburst of anger right in front of her face with firmness.
"Hm, sorry if I made Mr. Edbert even more emotional. To be honest, I am an investigative journalist who has a duty from my superiors to find the truth about your past, which is said to be dark."
Edbert sharpened his eyes even more. It made Cellie courage shrink back, so find a way to arrange words that are more appropriate and polite. Now, Edbert's hands were clasped together.
"Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to offend Mr. Edbert. But that's the reality. Actually, I'm not that interested; in fact, it's better to avoid dealing with important people like Sir—“
"Now what do you do? Is that how you say you're not interested?"