Chapter 91 No Effing Way!

By the following morning, Meryl had only managed to sleep for less than three hours before waking up. Chandler, on the other hand, had left at some point, and the other half of the bed was already empty. Since it had rained all night, the earthy smell wafted in through the window.

As Meryl scanned the room, she immediately saw the ripped clothes scattered on the ground. Then, as some intense scenes from the previous night flashed through her mind, her cheeks quickly turned red. Afterward, Meryl hurriedly picked up her clothes and, after checking the time, she rushed to the office in a panic.

She thought, “Seriously, Chandler? Couldn’t you have woken me up when you left for work in the morning? I’m two hours late, and the morning’s nearly over. This is so awkward.”

As Meryl sat down, Freya leaned over and asked, “You know Walter?”

“Huh?” Meryl looked at her in confusion.

Freya added, “As soon as I got here this morning, Walter told me you weren’t feeling well and had asked him for leave. Do you two keep in touch privately?”

Meryl knew this was Chandler’s doing and gave a vague nod. Freya then left it at that, and Meryl got down to work.

Not long after, their colleagues started heading to the cafeteria for lunch. Since Meryl had come in late, she was a few minutes behind on her tasks. Once she was done, she looked up to find Walter standing at her desk, saying, “Mr. Aniston wants to see you, Mrs. Aniston.”

Chandler’s office was spacious, and as soon as Meryl walked in, the aroma of food hit her. When their eyes met, she became a little shy. Chandler, however, was completely at ease. He scooped some soup into Meryl’s bowl while saying, “Eat up. You need to put on some weight.” He then gestured for Meryl to make herself comfortable and effortlessly moved the nutritious dishes in front of her. As Meryl took a glance at the table, her heart warmed with surprise as she realized that all the dishes were her favorites.

She couldn’t help but wonder if Chandler’s tastes were really so similar to hers.

“Have you gone through the files I gave you yesterday?” he asked.

Meryl nodded. “Galaxy Holdings Group has decided to acquire this company mainly because they value one of its games, which has great development potential.”

Chandler asked, “And what do you think?”

“I think we shouldn’t rush it. Their financial reports seem problematic, and they’ve been losing money for the past three years. If Galaxy Holdings Group goes ahead with the acquisition, they might be left holding the short end of the stick,” Meryl pointed out.

Chandler asked, “So, do you know what to do next?”

Meryl replied, “First, we need to estimate how much profit this game can bring to Galaxy Holdings Group. If it’s profitable, we should go for the acquisition. But if it’s not…”

Chandler interjected, “Their financial troubles are largely due to legal settlements, which took a chunk out of their profits. Ignoring that, the game itself is profitable. Plus, several other companies are also interested in investing in them.”

Meryl was stunned to hear that, as she hadn’t picked up on that detail. Chandler was subtly pointing it out to her.

She put down her fork and was about to prepare the documents. “Since Galaxy Holdings Group has competitors, we need to negotiate with them quickly to avoid losing the opportunity to other companies.”

Chandler grabbed Meryl’s wrist and said, “No need to rush. Finish your meal first.”

“But…” She hesitated, locking eyes with Chandler.

His deep eyes then swept over Meryl before commenting, “Look at you, all skin and bones. Weren’t you saying you wanted to latch onto me?”

Chandler smirked. “I prefer someone with a bit more meat on their bones, Mrs. Aniston.”

Upon hearing that, Meryl ended up eating two whole servings this time.

She pondered resolutely, “I must latch onto Chandler for dear life! No way am I letting other women take advantage! No effing way!”