Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband Chapter 122 - 122: 122: What’s Wrong with Her?

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At this mont, Clayton Howard happened to pass by.

Upon hearing the conversation between the two female employees, Clayton couldn’t help but stop and look back at the two passing won.

Just as he was lost in thought, his cell phone suddenly rang in his shirt pocket.

“Where are you?” Baron Stuart’s deep voice ca through the phone.

“I am headed to the restaurant for a al.” Clayton replied, as respectfully as ever.

“Co to my office later.” Hanging up, Baron Stuart entered the designated elevator that led straight to the top-floor office.

Looking at the hung-up phone, Clayton realized that the young master had just arrived at the company.

At this ti, it was noon, and Baron Stuart had co to the company after resting for the morning.

Upon entering the office, Baron Stuart walked directly to his office desk, sat down in the genuine leather chair, still feeling sowhat of a headache.

Recalling last night, he must have caught a cold when he kissed that woman.

With heavy eyelids, Baron Stuart began to read through the basic files and contracts on the office desk.

About half an hour later, Clayton knocked and entered.

“Young Lord, you wanted to see .”

Baron Stuart kept his head down, his sharp gaze scanning the words in the file.

Without lifting his head, he asked, “What did Chairman Masthon of Masthon Financial Group say?”

Upon hearing this, Clayton replied respectfully, “He is available tonight and would like to et you, Young Lord.”

“Hmm. Go arrange the ti, and also,” Baron Stuart raised his head and tossed a file folder on the table, “I need you to help look into sothing. Here is the information.

Glancing at the file folder on the office desk, Clayton walked over and replied, “Yes, sir.”

“That’s all, you can go.” With that, Baron Stuart lowered his head once again and focused on his work.

Clayton was about to turn to leave, but seed to suddenly rember sothing. He paused, hesitating to leave.

Noticing his abnormal behavior, Baron Stuart, who had been keeping his head down, furrowed his brows and looked up at Clayton, “Is there anything else?” Clayton hesitated for a mont, unsure whether or not to ntion it.

However, he eventually said, “Lady Carter seems to be feeling very unwell, she even skipped lunch.”

Hearing this, Baron Stuart raised his eyes, stopped his work, and sat straight up, watching Clayton with a slightly furrowed brow, “What’s wrong with her?” Clayton lowered his gaze, “It seems to be because of a cold.”

After pondering for a mont, Baron Stuart pressed the intercom, “Ask Emily

Walker from the Design Departnt to bring up the planning case.” Afterwards, he looked up at Clayton again, “Prepare two lunches and bring them up.”

“Yes.” Clayton bowed his head slightly, then left the office.

About ten minutes later, Emily Carter, dragging her weary body, arrived at the top floor, and knocked on the CEO’s office door.

She entered after hearing a response from inside.

At this mont, her complexion was not very good, looking quite under the weather.

As she pushed open the door and saw the man at the office desk, she temporarily put aside her discomfort, taking the planning case to his desk.

She then handed over the revised planning case, “Boss, here’s the planning case you asked for.”

Although she tried to appear calm on the surface, her tone of voice was sowhat weak.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Baron Stuart leaned back in his genuine leather swivel chair, his crystal-clear eyes staring directly at her.

“Huh?”

Emily Carter looked up in surprise, her mind completely focused on the recently revised planning case, not expecting him to suddenly ask such a question..