Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 132 The Transfer Period (7)

If the man had a sad face the other day, but now, his face was so gentle and touching.

Not only did he not criticize him loudly, but he also forgave him so easily as if he was possessed by a ghost.

If someone said it was normal, he would rush up and slap his face to wake him up.

Richie raised his eyebrows, and the chair around him rotated slightly. He crossed his long legs gracefully and asked with a faint smile, "do you think you are idle?"

It was not the first time for Tim to do this. He shook his head in a hurry and got his nervous down all over his body. Because of Richie's moodiness, his workload was increased by three times.

Just like those high school students who were preparing for their final tests, he had to stay in the office all day long.

He was so busy that he wished there were seventy-two hours a day for him to use. However the man sitting in the office was in a bad mood, drinking tea, and scolding others sometimes.

He touched his nose when thinking of this. He remembered that he seemed to be the one who had been scolded the most severely.

Just because the work was too tedious, Tim needed to hang around in front of him too much and as a result, his scolding was equal to three times.

He was well aware of the man's facial expression. If he said a few more words, he would not get a good result.

"If you don't have anything else, you can go back to work first. Take away the documents submitted yesterday and make some adjustments." Richie raised his head and looked at the man whose face

was gloomy. He pointed at the document at the corner of the table.

The meaning of expelling was so obvious that Tim could not ignore it. He had to step forward and put the document in his arms.

As he walked out, he suddenly thought of the call from Cassie. Although it was not a big deal, she had mentioned boss's name.

This man might be interesting.

Looking at the man who went back to the office, Richie raised his hand and knocked on the table with a pen. "Do you really think that your work is not enough? Do you want to fully devote yourself to the work?"

Richie's eyes turned dark, like the bright and clean sun outside the French window. When he stared at someone, the atmosphere in his eyes could not be ignored.

Tim swallowed a mouthful of water to calm himself down. He answered the question seriously with a straight face. He repeated 80% of what Cassie said last time.

Most of them were just cursing or venting their emotions. Tim could figure out that it was because of Consuela that Cassie was in a close relationship with.

These words were by no means pleasant for Richie. Perhaps those words would push him to the bottom of the valley again.

After saying that, with a click, the pen from the man's hand slipped down, and made a crisp sound on the European style desk.

Tim's heart beat faster and faster. After telling everything to the man, he lowered his head immediately to avoid looking at his face.

All of a sudden, the air conditioner in the room seemed to have a problem in circulation and it was suddenly turned down by someone who was unreasonable.

The chill emitted from the bone, let Tim lick his lips and tremble with fear.

"Tim, are you so free that you want to fight with me?" He pushed away the chair and stood up, looking at the man with a smile.

He unfastened his cuff link like a gentleman. His voice was as cold as icy water, which made Tim feel creepy in the sunny morning.

Without waiting for an answer, he continued to ask slowly, "how many lives do you think you can survive?"

When Tim raised his head quickly, he saw that man rolling up his sleeves. It seemed that he was about to do a heavy fight. He quickly stepped back a few steps. "I suddenly remembered that there are still a lot of things to be done. I won't disturb you."

He ran faster than a rabbit, but the sound of the door closing was surprisingly low.

Richie loosened the top button and sneered, "Huh, you coward."

He walked to the French window and looked down at the people in the street like ants. Suddenly he felt helpless because of the high position.

He raised his hand and rubbed his aching temple. When he thought of that woman, he smiled softly, but a moment later, he forced himself to restrain himself.

He seemed to lose control of himself gradually and didn't know what to say.

Outside the office, the defeated Tim was totally changed. He took the documents and pretended to be an elite. On the spot with dozens of eyes in the Secretary Office, his back was straight, and there was even a triumphant smile on the corners of his mouth. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

As Mary emerged from the tea room with a cup of coffee in her hand, she ran into the man who was leaving. She raised her eyes and looked at him as she spoke to the man with an air of sarcasm. "I wonder what you managed to make the boss happy."

Her sullen face was not as flexible as her voice, but gave him a sense of oppression. After a few seconds, Tim couldn't bear it and moved his eyes.

He couldn't take advantage of Richie, but that didn't mean he was a pushover and could be beaten easily.

"You're only around thirty, but look at you! Look at you, your skin is in a bad condition. If you don't take good care of your skin, it's almost the same as a woman in her forties.' Tim clicked his tongue exaggeratedly to penetrate Mary's heart with evil words.

When she was so angry that she wanted to jump and bite him, he strode into the elevator and went downstairs directly.

Before the woman came to her senses, he directly pressed the elevator button. When the door was closed, he gave a sly smile to the woman, which made the woman almost cry.

"Bastard." Looking at the closed door of the elevator, she cursed in a low voice.

Actually, she was just in her twenties. How could she be as old as what Tim said?

Although she was reluctant, her hands had already touched her face unconsciously. It was not until she was woken up by a new comer that she went to the Secretary Office with a cold face.

She loudly arranged tasks that could not be completed.

Since she couldn't win the battle in front of that man, she would torture the girls who were under the leadership of her in the office.

"I object. Why does the three-day work have to be done before getting off work? It's not fair! " Hearing this, Debbie was a little annoyed. Her eyes were filled with anger.

There were some people in the office who didn't like her willful behavior, but none of them refuted her because it was during her break time.

Some people even agreed and followed her words.

Looking at the little pink face of the girl, she smiled like a witch in Disneyland Cartoon, "Your objection is invalid."

In a wail, Mary broke free from the crowd.