Female NovelChapter 2840 Clad in a white bathrobe adorned with bunny-eared headgear, the young girl exuded an air of innocence, tinged with a hint of allure.
Meeting Marcus’ gaze, Sophia offered a shy explanation. “Mr. Fowler, I just completed my shower and intended to discuss tomorrow's schedule with you. Encountering the waiter, I requested the noodles from him." Marcus fixed his gaze on her.
Positioned at the door, he barred her entry.
Uttering in a deliberate, resonant tone, he questioned, “What delusion led you to believe I'd make a move to my female secretary? Why assume I'd approve of this attire? Now, leave.” Marcus, typically gentle with women, departed from his norm, sternly commanding her to leave.
Caught off guard, Sophia's eyes welled with tears, and she struggled to regain composure.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Wasn't Marcus fond of bunnies? Rumor had it that he frequently encouraged Melissa to consume carrots.
Sophia stood in shock as Marcus forcefully slammed the door, nearly shattering it. However, it seemed this wasn't sufficient to release his anger. He retrieved his phone from his pocket and dialed Sylvia, who was in Duefron.
Late into the night, Sylvia, already in bed, received a call from her boss.
(Eagles) Despite the late hour, she didn't dare to ignore it and steeled herself to respond.
Marcus’ cold voice issued instructions.
“I expect to see you before eight oclock tomorrow morning.
Additionally, inform Sophia to leave. I have no desire to encounter her again.
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Henceforth, I prohibit any rabbit-related items-be they clothing, food, or otherwise-from entering my sight. Female employees with the surname Brown are barred from the company, and individuals with the last name Brown will not be hired in the future.” A gulp escaped Sylvia.
The clock had already struck one in the morning. How could she make it to Warsew? Even driving would span five or six hours.
Furthermore, there were no flights to Warsew at this hour.
Contemplating her fat paychecks, Sylvia clenched her teeth and roused herself from bed.
Hastily donning her clothes, she affirmed, “Alright, Mr. Fowler, I'll be there promptly at eight tomorrow morning. Ill also ensure that in the future, you're spared any discomfort by screening out relevant personnel.” Eager to convey more, she found herself cut off as Marcus ended the call.
Sylvia eyed her phone, pondering the gravity of the situation and wondering what triggered Marcus’ rage. Had he perhaps encountered Melissa?