Gavin blinked his eyes innocently for two times. Well, who did he offend? He was worried about them.
However, as a result, it seemed that he was redundant in this family. He suddenly wanted to go home.
Sad Gavin raised his head forty-five degrees and looked up at the ceiling of the Shen Family. He, a
melancholy handsome man, would never lower himself to the same level as the two irritable old men.
Humph, he was going to run away from home. He wanted to tell the two old men how important he was
by his action. He stood up and left the living room.
Unfortunately, after strolling in the garden of the Shen Family for the whole morning, until Gavin was
starving, he still didn't see the two guys come out to look for him. And then? And then he just went back
to the living room. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the two guys having lunch at the table.
Beside them, there were two tablet computers, which showed all kinds of patterns of the invitation.
"Hey, Gavin, where did you go just now? Come here and have a look. Which one is better, this one with
this pattern or that one with this pattern?"
Albert and Harris didn't look back at Gavin, but what they asked made him so angry that he almost spat
out blood. The two didn't notice that he ran away from home at all? Why did they ask him where he
was going? Well, he was really angry. He was really going home. "Why are you standing there? I just
asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite lotus-nuts sweet soup."
Albert turned around and looked at Gavin behind him in confusion. 'What's wrong with this guy today?
Why does he feel so awkward?'
"Lotus-nuts sweet soup?"
However, when Gavin heard the food name, he had already sat in the chair and waited. In the end,
Harris called Enrique and asked him about some questions they discussed for a long time, for example
did they need an engagement banquet and how to choose the style of the wedding invitation etc.
Enrique said that Teresa majored in design, so about the wedding invitation, he could ask Teresa to
design it by herself. As for the banquet, there was no need for the engagement banquet, they could
directly prepare a wedding banquet.
...
After hanging up the phone, Harris was unhappy again, but Albert was complacent. Look, he had
already said that they didn't need the troublesome thing like the engagement banquet.
In the company, Enrique hung up the phone of Harris. He turned his head to look at Tony, who was
busy sitting not far away, and said.
"Tony, go and ask Teresa to come here."
"Yes, boss."
Tony stood up and left the office. While tapping the table rhythmically with his fingers, Enrique looked at
the news that had been spread on the computer. As long as he gently clicked the mouse, all the media
at home and abroad could immediately report the news about the boss behind the YW Studio. Alvin
Shen, the boss of the YW Studio, had a bad personality and beat up the assistant to the CEO of TH
Group. Enrique also gave those media the exaggerated list of diagnoses of Tony issued by the hospital.
...
Knock! Knock!
"Come in."
"Boss, Ms. Teresa is here."
"Okay. Go ahead with your stuff." ...
Tony nodded and went back to his work. Teresa looked at Enrique with a sullen face. She dodged him
on purpose today, but this man really didn't want to let her go easily. Well, since he didn't want to let her
go, let's fight against each other. It was still unknown who would be the winner. After all, Teresa feared
nothing but two children, not even death.
"Why are you standing there? Have a seat. I have something to tell you."
With a smile on Enrique's face, Teresa sat on the chair in front of the desk and looked coldly at the man
in front of her, who had become her nominal husband.
"Tell me, what do you want from me?"
Looking at the woman who was pretending to be calm in front of him, Enrique smiled and thought,
'Well, just pretend. I'll take off your mask soon.'
"I have two things to tell you. First, I want to resign from the YW Studio. Second, I want you to design a
wedding invitation."
"Well, why should I listen to you? I don't know how to design the invitation, and I would not resign from
YW Studio. You can find and buy many wedding invitations online."
Enrique smiled. He knew that this woman would never agree so easily.
"Sure. You can read this first and then reply to my opinion."
He turned the computer to Teresa. That afternoon, the weather was fine. The sun shone into the CEO's
office of TH Group and gilded the Apollo-looking man sitting on the desk. As for the woman sitting
opposite the table, the warm sunshine did not make her feel warm. On the contrary, she felt that she
was in a cold ice cave and could not extricate herself.
"As long as I click the mouse, even if the YW Studio is not broken down, it will be difficult for it to
recover the vital energy in these few years. You can decide what you want."
Teresa clenched her fists, and the corner of her mouth was bleeding. She stared at the man sitting
there calmly. 'Good, Enrique, very good.'
"One."
"Two."
Teresa listened to Enrique count down. Teresa watched as his hands grasp the computer mouse like
death's scythe. Slowly Teresa's eyes turn red and she closes them.
"That's enough. I promise you. I'll resign soon."
Again, Enrique got the answer he wanted. He sneered and moved his hand back from the mouse.
"Don't forget to wait for me home after work."
"Got it."
When Teresa walked to the door, Enrique said in a low voice. Teresa didn't know how she walked out of
the office of Enrique, nor did she know how she returned to her own office. She was in a daze.
"Teresa, what's wrong with you?"
As Teresa's assistant, Shirley patted Teresa on the shoulder with concern.
"Shirley, you go out first. I want to be alone for a while."
"All right. Teresa, if you need anything, just call me. I'll be outside."
"Okay."
Teresa put her hands on her forehead. In the past few years, the YW Studio was not only a place
where she worked and make money to support her family. She loved design. She loved YW Studio
which was really like a big family to her. Moreover, she was more grateful to Alvin for his help in the
past few year.
She knew that if she didn't compromise, YW Studio was going to suffer unprecedented damage, even if
it still had a prominent presence in the design world.
Rumors were the most deadly damage, especially for a jewelry company like theirs. Reputation was of
great importance. Her decision now was the final repay for the YW Studio. 'I'm sorry, Alvin. I've failed
your care and training for so many years. I'm sorry.'
Teresa took out her phone and dialed the familiar numbers.
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