Chapter 64 Chandler’s Generous Offer
Josh, who had already walked over, was stunned. He stopped and turned to look at Dalton strangely.
He thought, “Mr. Dalton Aniston is getting married? But why did he mention it to me? Is he hinting for me to send him a wedding gift?”
Just when Josh was hesitating whether he should say something, Dalton continued in a deep voice, “Meryl, I’m getting married. Did you hear that?”
For some reason, Dalton swallowed before he could finish his words. It felt like something was lodged in his throat. He experienced a hollow feeling inside.
“Stop, Meryl!” Dalton called out to Meryl. His gaze fixated on her back as he shouted, “I’m getting married. Did you hear me?”
Meryl then lifted her gaze to look at Dalton, her eyes indifferent.
“Alright, congratulations,” she responded in a calm tone.
Dalton was stunned, not expecting Meryl’s nonchalant manner. Frowning, he found her reaction to be ridiculous. “What did you say?” he asked.
In Dalton’s perception, Meryl only had him in her eyes, so she would definitely make a fuss about this. She couldn’t bear to part with him, didn’t she?
Congratulations? But she actually congratulated him?
“If you regret it, I might still give you a chance…” Dalton said softly, implying that he was open to reconsidering their relationship. However, when he met Meryl’s cold gaze, he suddenly recalled that night in the bar when she threw a bottle at him.
In the past, let alone hurting him, Meryl would inquire about his health even if she noticed a simple cough. Feeling depressed, Dalton asked with a frown, “Don’t you want this chance?”
Meryl remained composed and sneered, “No.” As soon as she finished speaking, she pressed the elevator button.
Josh didn’t expect to hear such juicy information, and he tried to make himself invisible. Seeing Meryl enter the elevator, he hurriedly followed.
Before Dalton could react, the elevator door closed, forcibly separating them. Dalton stared at the elevator door for several seconds, his face clouded with anger.
Just at that moment, an employee from the Marketing Department passed by. Holding a stack of documents, she approached him with a smile and handed them over. “Mr. Aniston, I found you. These documents require your signature.”
“Get lost,” Dalton growled, knocking over the documents and causing papers to scatter in every direction.
The employee, overcome with fear, was petrified and didn't even dare to take a breath. She had never seen Dalton lose his temper like this in the office and thought she had done something wrong. She took two steps back, pressing her back against the wall in fear and trying to be invisible.
Billy, coincidentally coming out of another elevator, caught sight of the tense situation and immediately chased after him. “Dalton, what’s wrong? Are you in a bad mood? Let’s grab a drink together after work.”
Silent and wearing a cold expression, Dalton walked towards his office. Billy followed. However, before he could enter the office, Dalton slammed the door shut.
“That’s weird,” Billy muttered. He shrugged his shoulders after almost hitting his nose and couldn’t help but wonder who could have made Dalton so angry.
Following the tradition of the President’s Office, there was a department dinner on the day new employees joined the company.
The chosen venue for the dinner was Kingsdom Hotel, a luxurious seven-star hotel situated on the most bustling street in Kingsdom. The hotel boasted a breathtaking design, with its hundreds of floors exuding magnificence. Rumor had it that the interior was fashioned to resemble a regal palace. Meanwhile, it also represented high consumption.
Everyone knew that Kingsdom Hotel was a famous luxurious place. Exclusive private rooms within the hotel were reserved solely for VIP guests, and the minimum consumption started at six figures.
In the President’s Office break room, Medea was making coffee while asking, “Ms. Walsh, I heard that Mr. Aniston booked Kingsdom Hotel and said that he would cover all the expenses. Is that true?”
Lisha smiled, “Mr. Aniston has been very generous to us. He is on a business trip in Ostraoland and is still thinking about us. He can’t attend the dinner, so he probably gave us a benefit.”
After making the coffee, Medea added a sugar cube to it. “By the way, what’s the name of the new employee in the Division Two? We should thank her for Mr. Aniston’s generous offer.”
Lisha frowned slightly. “Quite an ordinary name. I can’t recall it. Thank her? That’s not necessarily the case. She’s just a newcomer. How could she be that influential?”