Seeing Eugenivy flusteredly running out of the office, Antonio pushed Marjane away. For some reason, he suddenly lost interest.
"Antonio, you..." Marjane looks at Antonio with a confused look. "What's the matter?"
"You go; I still have work to do today," Antonio said coldly.
"But, Antonio..." Marjane had not finished her sentence when Antonio interrupted her, "Don't make me say it again." Antonio looked at her coldly.
"You... Okay." Marjane reluctantly walked out of Antonio's office. Walking to Eugenivy's desk, Marjane looked at her mercilessly. "Hmm," She said and turned away.
At this moment, Antonio in the office was even more angry. He had originally called Marjane to prove that his feelings for Eugenivy were the same as those for other women. However, when he is close to Marjane, all his thoughts are on Eugenivy. Damn it, why was this happening?
When Eugenivy entered, Antonio only saw a little panic and shame in her eyes. At this moment, he was indeed a little disappointed. Why wasn't she angry? He originally wanted to provoke Eugenivy, but he didn't expect that in the end, other than Eugenivy being stunned, there would be no other special expression. On the contrary, he saw that Eugenivy didn't have any special reaction, but was a little angry, proving that she didn't care about him. Damn it, Antonio slammed his hand on the table. What did he want in the end? It was confusing.
Eugenivy was startled and looked at Marjane's back. Why did she snort at her? Or was it because she had ruined their good fortune? But that was only the last resort. This woman...
Eugenivy continued to work, however, she couldn't concentrate, and the scene she had just seen kept weighing on her mind. The image of Antonio entangled with Marjane.
There was a bit of pain in her heart that she couldn't escape from, she admitted. She knew that person was a soft trap, but she couldn't help but fall into it.
The weak sunlight of the eastern sun shone on the sturdy high-rise building, casting a dazzling light on everyone's faces. Antonio stood in the office and looked out at the entire city.
In his mind, a small, weak but extremely beautiful, elegant, and graceful face appeared again.
A person who could call the wind and summon the rain in the business world, a person with countless beauties by his side, a person with such a mysterious soul, a person with an extraordinarily handsome appearance, it seemed that he had become extremely perfect without any flaws, he had obtained everything that everyone wanted, but why was there still a void in his heart, constantly reminding him of the past.
At this moment, the deep eyes became even gloomier, as if dark clouds were swirling.
The cup of black coffee in his hand exuded a sweet aroma. Antonio took a sip, the aroma was intoxicating.
The phone rang, breaking the quiet atmosphere of the early morning. Antonio turned around and picked up the phone on the table. The phone number displayed on the screen entered his sight; his expression was still as calm as before.
"Is there any news?" Antonio asked coldly.
"Yes, there is news, as you predicted. Tom's business in Canada has failed miserably and is about to declare bankruptcy. Furthermore, he will return home to inherit the family business." On the other end of the line, it seemed like a middle-aged man's voice was answering.
Antonio laughed like a devil. He still had no plans to do anything about this. If he had any intentions, Tom would have gone bankrupt and returned home long ago.
"Okay, I will transfer the remuneration to your account. You continue to monitor them. If there is any movement, report it to me immediately." Antonio said. As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately hung up.
He knew that he would meet Akshita soon. How would she be? She had abandoned him to go with Tom; did she regret it now?
Admittedly, he was a little excited at the moment, one could even say he was looking forward to it, but not because of love, but because the pain of the past years seemed to be coming to an end.
His love for her had long since disappeared, and after so many years, all the hatred had also disappeared.
A sharp knock on the door sounded, and Eugenivy walked in from outside.
Antonio turned his head, seeing Eugenivy's pale face. He said with a serious face, "What's wrong, Secretary Eugenivy? Are you unwell?"
Eugenivy was stunned. Was she like that? Did she look very unwell? "Nothing, I just have some private matters." She gently opened her lips and spoke softly. Last night, Zorc's chest started to hurt again, and he tossed and turned until midnight before falling asleep. Eugenivy didn't sleep well either.
"Is it your problem?"
"Yes."
Antonio said in a tone that was not angry at all: "Secretary Eugenivy, I remember telling you very clearly, don't bring private matters into the company." He was a little annoyed but didn't understand why he was like that.
"I didn't," Eugenivy argued back.
"You didn't? Then look, what documents did you bring?" Antonio said sarcastically.
"I…" Eugenivy looked at the pile of documents in her hand, speechless. She had brought the wrong documents.
"I just didn't see clearly, I'll bring the management documents you need. But I didn't bring private matters into the company." Eugenivy, with a resolute tone, defended herself.
"Is that right? Then I'll wait for your performance later." Antonio finished speaking and turned around without looking at Eugenivy. "Okay, you can go out."