Stephen just entered the office and saw a stack of documents waiting for him. He took a deep breath and sat down to process them.
Lyle had been on a business trip since last night, Dylan was so heartbroken that he couldn't go to work, so all the things that needed the leader's signature fell on him.
Daria put down the cup of coffee in front of Stephen, and glanced at the resignation letter loosely stuck in the notebook, her face slightly sad.
“You decided to leave?”
“Uh, it's just not the right time now, I'll wait for Lyle to come back and wait for Dylan to sober up.”
Daria nodded slightly and carried a stack of documents to the sofa to check so Stephen could sign quickly. When the news of Neil transferring all the shares to Dylan and Lyle reached his ears, she already knew about this.
At first, he came to Global Group because his father's assets were there, but now there was nothing to worry about, sooner or later he would leave.
While she was feeling very sad, the phone next to her rang. She picked it up to look at it but saw no name on the number. Before she could answer, she heard Stephen's voice.
“That's my new contact number, save it.”
“Are you going to delete the old contact number?”
“Uh, I don't work here anymore, but if I keep using my old phone number, it will be very troublesome because people keep calling me.”
“It seems that I am the first person to have your new phone number, right?”
“No, I haven't had time to tell anyone my phone number yet, but many people already know it, all high-ranking people.”
Daria squinted in surprise, thinking that if he didn't tell anyone his phone number, who would know? As if he could guess her question, he slowly told her who had texted him.
He said that in the morning, a brother from the Ministry of Public Security texted him warning him not to place flammable goods or objects near fire or heat sources, to be careful when cooking, burning incense, burning votive paper, and charging.
At noon, the woman from the Ministry of Health texted him to suggest that he should pay attention to keeping his body warm when going out, avoid contact with people showing signs of infectious diseases, limit going to crowded places, and eat nutritious food.
In the afternoon, the uncle at the Ministry of Information and Communications advised to be more vigilant, and not to transfer money, or provide personal information to strangers over the phone. Then the Ministry of Industry and Trade, the Ministry of Justice, the Department of Children... also texted him.
At first, Daria also looked up to listen, but only after a while did she realize that Stephen was talking nonsense, everyone received those messages, not just him. But that expressionless face made others unable to hold back their laughter.
“Feeling better now? Let's get to work.” Stephen said as he bent down and continued signing the documents.
“Yes.” Daria replied softly.
Although her mood was a little better, every time she thought about the fact that the person sitting in that position would not be him, her heart ached. She didn't know since her biggest purpose every morning when she entered the company was just to see him.
The two of them continued to work diligently until the end of the day.
The afternoon was cold. Mina had just driven home when she saw Wynn waiting for her. She had to admit that he looked very handsome in his winter clothes.
“Have you been here long?” She asked softly.
“I just arrived.” Wynn smiled and replied.
“You have a show tonight, right?”
“Yes. It's nine o'clock, it's still early. I'll go after dinner.”
Mina smiled slightly, handing the key to her lover. Wynn opened the door and took the bag of food from her hand, went in and placed it on the table, arranged each item, and earnestly requested.
“Mina, teach me how to cook. Later, I also want to cook delicious meals for the person I love.”
“Now, if you want to cook something, just look it up on Google.” She replied while taking off her shoes and putting them on the shelf.
“If you teach me, I will learn faster.”
After saying that, Wynn carried the fish and put it in the sink. Mina took off her coat and quickly walked into the kitchen. Looking at the singer's appearance, she saw him as more like her nephew than her boyfriend.
Taking two aprons, she gave him one, told him to put it on, and prepared dinner together. Everything went smoothly. When the ingredients were just ready, Liam called. Wynn quickly pushed Mina to the living room to answer the phone.
Mina answered the phone with peace of mind, not knowing that Wynn was dancing around in the kitchen. Thinking that fried fish was simple, he took the opportunity to cook first.
After pouring oil into the pan to heat it, he threw the still-watery fish in. As a result, it exploded like popcorn, oil flying everywhere.
He was so scared that he grabbed the glass lid to cover his face and used chopsticks to turn the fish continuously because he was afraid it would burn. Every time it exploded on one side, he would dodge to the other side.
Mina had just put down her phone and returned when she saw the singer dancing the samba dance of frying fish. She quickly ran over to turn down the heat and cover the pan.
“Did you get hit by oil?” Mina asked worriedly.
“No. But why did it explode so loudly?”
“I'm letting it drain, why are you frying it?”
“I thought you were busy so I helped you cook.” He bowed his head sadly.
“Luckily you're fine.”
She smiled to comfort him and continued cooking other dishes. The show “Cooking with Celebrities” was a complete failure. Looking at the fish lying on the plate, she felt sorry for it, its skin stuck to the pan, its whole body white. The fried fish looked like boiled fish.
After finishing eating, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening. Wynn hugged Mina goodbye, got in the car, and drove straight to the performance venue.
At the same time, in Dylan's villa, Paul kept lurking in front of the boss's room door. After about five minutes, he saw Dylan stick his head out of the room.
Looking at his haggard appearance, he looked no different from those who had just finished using drugs. It turned out that when people wanted to make themselves look ugly, they didn't need a makeup wizard.
“You haven't gone home yet?” Dylan looked at Paul and asked.
“No, not yet. Have some porridge, I just bought some.”
“You should eat and go home and rest. Come to the company tomorrow, don't come here again.”
“Oh. Boss, the problem with the hotel's technical department...”
“Forget it. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, just tell them to be more careful in the future.”
After saying that, Dylan went back inside and closed the door tightly. Paul let out a frustrated sigh. His boss wants to go on a hunger strike to die quickly, right? From yesterday until now he hasn't had any rice or porridge in his stomach.
Paul thought to himself that Dylan would eat if he left, so he quickly left. After all, the boss still cared about the company, there was no reason for him to commit suicide.