Chapter 1812: 437: Big brother confesses!
Mistaken identity?
Upon seeing this ssage, Terrence Lentz slightly furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes darkening.
There was so inexplicable danger.
Secretary Clark was standing by, watching as the smile on Terrence Lentz’s face gradually solidified, eventually turning cold.
Damn!
So intimidating!
Secretary Clark’s hands couldn’t help but tremble.
Who had angered the boss again?
Secretary Clark swallowed, braving the imnse pressure to speak, “Mr. Lentz, shall we continue with today’s eting?”
“Continue.” A mont later, Terrence Lentz stood up from his chair and walked into the inner room.
Secretary Clark imdiately followed Terrence Lentz’s steps.
The eting resud after a three-hour delay.
Although he said nothing, and his face remained expressionless, everyone else in the conference room could feel the chill emanating from him.
The air was saturated with oppression.
It nearly stopped one from breathing loudly.
Finally enduring until the end of the eting, several executives breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back in their chairs, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on their bodies, as if they were drained.
“What’s with Mr. Lentz today?”
“Did he break up?”
“Break up? Could it be that the future Mrs. Boss has dumped Mr. Lentz?”
“…”
Several executives couldn’t help but gossip.
Mainly because Mr. Lentz seed totally out of character today.
Ever since Mr. Lentz had started dating, he had beco more approachable, even occasionally smiling at his phone.
But today…
Could they have really broken up?
Consequently.
Rumors that Mr. Lentz might have been dumped by his girlfriend began to spread within the Terrence Group.
When Naren heard about this, her face was full of disbelief, “Mr. Lentz got dumped?”
“Yeah,” the little assistant nodded, “that’s what everyone is saying.”
“Impossible.”
In this world, no one could resist Mr. Terrence’s charm; if anyone were to be dumped, it would be Mr. Terrence doing the dumping.
Which woman, favored by Mr. Terrence, wouldn’t feel lucky? How could she possibly dump Mr. Terrence?
The assistant looked at Naren, curiously asking, “Sister Naren, have you ever t Mr. Terrence?”
Naren shook her head.
She wanted to et him too.
But Mr. Terrence was too mysterious.
It had been nearly a year since she joined the Terrence Group, and she had yet to et the man himself.
Naren was usually very approachable and down-to-earth at the company, so the little assistant wasn’t afraid of her at all, sharing everything with Naren.
The assistant handed the docunts to Naren, then said, “Sister Naren, I heard that Presiden Colden has t Mr. Terrence in person.”
She was referring to Rosalie from the Fifty-eighth floor.
Hearing this, Naren looked up at the assistant.
The assistant continued, “I heard from Presiden Colden’s assistant that Mr. Terrence is really handso. Even better looking than movie stars!”
Naren smiled.
This was within her expectations.
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After the eting concluded, Terrence Lentz continued to send ssages to Viola Thompson on WhatsApp.
Upon learning that Viola Thompson’s eting had ended as well, he made a video call to her.
“Miss Thompson.”
“Mm.” Viola Thompson was sitting at her desk, looking through files.
Terrence Lentz continued, “Miss Thompson, look up at .”
Viola Thompson slightly raised her head, “What for?”
“I miss you,” Terrence Lentz said, his lips barely parting.
Hearing this, Viola Thompson chuckled.
“We’ve only been apart for how long?”
Terrence Lentz said earnestly, “It’s been seventy-three hours, fifty-three minutes, and twenty-one seconds.”
The smile on Viola Thompson’s face deepened.
“Mr. Lentz, are you lovesick?”
“Yes,” Terrence Lentz nodded.
To him, being lovesick was never a term of derogation.
A mont later, Terrence Lentz continued, “And the little friend?”
“Which one?” Viola Thompson was a bit perplexed.
Terrence Lentz said, his lips separating lightly, “The one in the photo with you, that little friend.”
“You an Sweetie? She’s playing outside.”
Sweetie.
Upon hearing these three words, Terrence Lentz’s expression remained unchanged.
A mont later, he asked casually, “Her na is Sweetie?”
“Yes,” Viola Thompson spoke with a smile, “Isn’t she cute?”
Terrence Lentz’s lips curved slightly, “I think she’s not as cute as you were when you were younger.”
Just then, Sweetie walked in from the outside, “Sister Viola!”
Sister Viola.
Hearing these words, Terrence Lentz visibly relaxed.
But at this mont, Viola Thompson was talking to Sweetie and didn’t notice the change in Terrence Lentz’s expression.
Seeing Terrence Lentz on the video, Sweetie curiously asked, “Sister Viola, who is this?”
“He’s my fiancé.”
Sweetie caught on quickly, imdiately saying to Terrence Lentz, “Hello!”
Terrence Lentz slightly curved his lips, “Hello there.”
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