novelraw Chapter 415: Flattery Backfired
Chapter 415: Flattery Backfired
Harry Hunter was jolted back to reality by the secretary’s loud voice, and Isabella Weaver also looked up and smiled at Secretary Fisher.Secretary Fisher froze for a moment!
What a breathtaking beauty!
No star on TV could match the captivating charm she exuded with that smile!
A thought suddenly arose in her heart — only such a bright and stunning woman could be worthy of the president’s cold and extraordinary appearance!
She had seen Isabella Weaver in newspapers and magazines before but had never felt the overwhelming impact of seeing her in person!
Harry Hunter noticed his secretary was distracted and frowned unhappily.
What’s going on, everyone seems to be coveting his wife!
"Secretary Fisher, you’re losing your bonus this month."
Harry Hunter’s indifferent voice rang out, sending Secretary Fisher into a panic!
Just for glancing at his wife, is the president really so hard-hearted? Her basic salary is low, wholly reliant on bonuses!
Connor held back a laugh, looking at Secretary Fisher gleefully, and placed breakfast on the table: "Young Master, eat it while it’s hot! I specially bought something nourishing!"
Harry Hunter scanned over coldly: "You’re losing your bonus too!"
Connor’s eyes widened, why is this happening?!
He’s been very dutiful in considering the Young Master’s needs, so why is his bonus deducted? Did his flattery hit the wrong spot?
The morning passed by quickly.
Both Isabella Weaver and Harry Hunter were unexpectedly busy, especially Harry Hunter, who was genuinely so occupied he didn’t even have time to catch his breath.
Once he started working, his speech rate increased, his instructions were extremely concise, and he read all sorts of documents very quickly — his reading speed was terrifying. Even more terrifying was his ability to recite all documents back and assign work efficiently without a single mistake!
His brain processed information at a speed comparable to a computer!
Respect welled up in Isabella Weaver’s heart!
Such an outstanding man is actually hers!
In the past, she wouldn’t have dared to imagine this.
At twelve o’clock, Harry Hunter finished his work, drank a sip of water, and pulled his delicate wife into his arms.
The secretaries quickly retreated, eagerly taking the elevator to disappear from this floor — being the third wheel for Harry Hunter was quite risky!
"Honey, I’m a bit tired."
Isabella Weaver immediately lifted her hand to his head, gently massaging him: "Do you feel better?"
"Hmm... my shoulder is a bit sore."
Isabella Weaver then pounded his shoulder: "Is the pressure okay?"
"My arm feels sore too."
Isabella Weaver picked up his arm and kneaded it a couple of times before realizing something was off: "President Hunter, you’ve gotten quite accustomed to bossing me around!"
Harry Hunter laughed: "How could I dare? I’m all ears for your instructions, but with you so willingly tending to me, how could I refuse?"
Isabella gave him a light punch, thought for a moment, and then hugged him again.
The powerful and composed manner he displayed in the morning left a deep impression on her heart, making his small requests now appear full of life, as if it’s only in front of her that he’d show a different side.
This filled Isabella Weaver’s heart with sweetness.
Harry Hunter enjoyed the initiative of his delicate wife, cuddling closely for quite a while before heading downstairs hand in hand for lunch.
The restaurant was deliberately chosen for its few patrons, yet even so, quite a few recognized Harry Hunter, resulting in pointing fingers and whispered conversations.
Isabella Weaver couldn’t help but ask him: "What exactly happened with the old lady?"
Harry Hunter gave her a piece of beef brisket, speaking in a calm tone: "It’s a little scheme of mine, just waiting for someone to take the bait."
Isabella Weaver tilted her head and looked at him, this works too? Using the old lady as bait?