Chapter 67 The Boss’ Secret Girlfriend
Lydia nodded in confirmation. “Didn’t you arrange this? Don’t you know that she now works at Galaxy Holdings Group?”
“I didn’t arrange it,” Dalton denied.
Now, he knew why he would see Lydia in the company this morning.
A mocking smile crept across Dalton’s lips.
Galaxy Holdings Group maintained high standards for admission. He believed Meryl had gone to great lengths to get in just to get close to him.
Initially, he thought Meryl was really strong-willed.
Now, he concluded that he had overestimated her.
Meryl drank a lot of wine.
Given their frequent participation in business dinners with Chandler, the employees within the President’s Office were all good drinkers.
Freya became quite talkative when she got drunk. Lying on the table, she blinked at Meryl.
“It’s a shame that Mr. Aniston and Walter are not here! They are the most attractive men in the company, especially Mr. Aniston. Meryl, you haven’t met him, right?”
Meryl pressed her lips.
They had met, kissed, and even slept together.
Freya burped. “Mr. Aniston has been single for 29 years without any woman by his side. Is there something wrong with him?”
Josh quickly covered her mouth. Although there were only employees from the President’s Office, it was inappropriate to discuss the boss behind his back, especially considering Meryl’s past connection as a potential wife to Chandler’s nephew.
Despite Josh’s quick reaction to cover Freya’s mouth, someone still heard it.
Medea, from Division One, came over and said, “Who said Mr. Aniston doesn’t have a woman? Just a few days ago, during the Ostraoland executive meeting, someone overheard a woman sending a voice message to Mr. Aniston, addressing him sweetly as ‘Honey’.”
After a brief moment of silence, the private room erupted with excited discussions.
“Are you serious? We’re with Mr. Aniston all day long. When did he have a woman? How come I don’t know?”
“Honestly, I always thought that Mr. Aniston liked men.”
“No way. Mr. Aniston is full of strong masculinity. Based on my experience of watching countless gay dramas, it’s quite clear that he is straight.”
“So, what was Mr. Aniston’s reaction at that time? I’m really curious about how he and his girlfriend get along!”
“He must be a rookie. I bet he doesn’t even know how to hold hands. He must be very shy.”
“Oh, my. That woman must be something. She could even win over an aloof man like Mr. Aniston. I’m really curious about what kind of woman she is!”
Despite the fact that there were only seven employees in the President’s Office, the lively conversations made it seem like a much larger gathering.
Gossiping was a common aspect of human nature. However, Lisha stood out as the only one who remained silent.
While holding a glass of red wine, Lisha couldn’t help but frown upon hearing Medea mention a woman called Chandler "Honey."
Amidst the heated discussions, Lisha interjected with a comment that dampened the enthusiasm. “How could Mr. Aniston have a girlfriend? Perhaps that woman threw herself at him, and it’s just a fling.”
Medea replied disapprovingly, “Throw herself at him? I don’t think so. It is said that when Mr. Aniston heard the woman’s voice, he laughed secretly.”
Freya, who had been lying on the table to sober up, immediately lifted her head.
“Laughing secretly? Mr. Aniston, an aloof and serious man, could actually laugh? I suddenly want to ship them.”
Upon hearing Freya’s words, Meryl instinctively tightened the hem of her skirt.
They probably never thought that the woman they were talking about would be sitting next to them now.
Meryl felt embarrassed as she suddenly became the person involved and could only drink to hide her panic.
After dinner, they left the Kingsdom Hotel.
As soon as they got out of the door, everyone dispersed.
Meryl drank a little too much, and her head was dizzy. She leaned against a nearby pillar, regaining her composure.
Suddenly, she remembered Chandler asking her to inform him when she had finished the dinner.
So, she clumsily took out her phone from her bag and sent him a message.
At this time, Dalton and Lydia happened to emerge from the hotel.
Seeing Meryl, Lydia was stunned. “Meryl, are you feeling upset? Why did you drink so much?”
With a worried expression, Lydia approached Meryl. She turned to Dalton and said, “Dalton, Meryl is drunk. It’s not safe for a girl to be alone at night. Why don’t we take her home?”
Frowning, Dalton walked over and prepared to offer his support by holding her hand. “Don’t you know you can’t hold your liquor? What kind of wine did you drink?” His words carried a reproachful tone mixed with underlying concern that he didn’t even realize.