I told you not to move! Jade Springfield walked forward with Bun behind her and helped move the tomato rack back to it place.
"Bun is the best after all." Jade Springfield reached out and rubbed Bun's head.
At this praise, Bun rubbed his face against Jade Springfield's body. Then, he raised his head to look at his father standing like an elementary school student being punished. He was relieved that his mother was stronger and that he had inherited his mother's genes. He didn't want to be clumsy like his father and fall flat on his face after a drop of alcohol.
Altair Mo observed the strong mother-son bond between Jade Springfield and Bun. The more he observed this, the more he felt like he was the third wheel. Not only that, he had no idea if it was just him or if his own son had criticized him.
For the past few days, Altair Mo had stayed at Jade Springfield's house. Every morning, he would have his usual meetings in the living room. There had not been much disturbance in the company's affairs. The only one he was worried about was Dante Westwood. He had to bring important documents for Altair Mo to sign everyday.
That morning, at nine o'clock, the Mo Corporations meeting had begun. On Altair Mo's laptop screen, the Mo Corporation executives were silent at the table around the meeting table. Everyone had their heads bowed, not daring to make a single sound.
The main reason was because there was something wrong with a set of data in the Department of Finance and this mishap involved $3,000,000,000. Although they had managed to turn the tides and save the situation, that didn't mean it was all smooth sailing from there.
Altair Mo's hawk eyes scanned each and every person in attendance. His face was cold and distant, anyone who saw him would cower in fear.
Speaks. One at a time. As he dropped these chilling words, a similar pressure fell on them.
Dante Westwood watched as Lucien Goldstein opened the doors to leave. He apologized and said he wanted to go out and get some fresh country air.
The air in the field was really wonderful! He noticed that after staying here for a few days, his lungs felt cleaner.
Just as Dante Westwood thought this, the door opened again.
Has Lucien Goldstein already returned? Why would he want to go back to this hell on earth? Did he leave something behind?
Before Dante Westwood could understand what was happening, he saw Jade Springfield enter with a broom and dustpan.
From the moment Jade Springfield entered, Altair Mo was starting to get distracted. At the same time, the group of executives sitting in the conference room had no idea if they were hallucinating.
It seemed that since the sweeper girl had entered the room, the pressure in the conference room was no longer so heavy.
Jade Springfield brought the broom and began to sweep the floor meticulously, starting from the inside corners.
"Swish, swish," the sound was soft but it tickled a certain person's heart. He shifted restlessly in his seat.
After a short silence, Altair Mo couldn't take it anymore and turned to look at Jade Springfield. As he watched Jade Springfield bend her back to sweep the floor, his eyes revealed hints of his affectionate love for her.
He raised his head toward the idle Dante Westwood and narrowed his eyes. Dante Westwood felt a chill run through his body and thought, "There are some people who get attacked even when they do nothing, and I'm one of them."
Dante Westwood walked next to Jade Springfield, his manner respectful to her.
"Mrs. Springfield, take a break. Let me do this for her."
Through the screen, the group of executives watched Dante Westwood treat a country brat with great courtesy. Everyone was stunned by the sight.
Dante Westwood was the boss's special assistant. In the company, besides the boss and the boss's older brother, the only other person they were afraid of offending was Dante Westwood.
And now Dante Westwood was actually treating a country brat so politely… Even if they stayed at her house, there was no need to be so polite.
In there eyes, the only reason the boss would stay at that girl's house had to be because he had been paid to do so.