Chapter 166: Chapter 166

Chapter 166:

“Rhys, I can’t handle it anymore. If I keep staring at this, I’ll get sick. Please, just give me two days off. Just two. I promise I’ll come back better than ever!”

Rhys finally put down the file he was holding.

He reached over, took the data sheet from Brixton, and then spoke under Brixton’s hopeful gaze.

“No way.”

Brixton felt utterly defeated.

He felt like he was drowning in a sea of cold, lifeless data…

Still not ready to give up, Brixton lunged forward, grabbing Rhys’ hand and shaking it earnestly, like a desperate puppy.

“How about just one night off, not two days? Just one night, okay?”

Brixton believed this was a reasonable request.

However, Rhys remained expressionless.

“No.”

Brixton was frustrated, feeling the urge to protest further, but as he locked eyes with Rhys, he sighed.

Forget it. If a break wasn’t an option, then it wasn’t.

After all, he had requested to learn how to navigate the complicated business world from Rhys, a famous workaholic. This exhaustion was expected.

Downstairs at the Green Group, Lindsay was dressed in a denim strapless mini-dress, her subtle makeup belying her cunning nature. She knocked confidently on the reception desk.

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“I want to see Rhys.”

The receptionist greeted her, “Hello, Miss Morgan.

Do you have an appointment?”

Lindsay arched an eyebrow arrogantly.

“Do I look like I need an appointment?”

The receptionist offered a polite smile.

“I’m sorry, Miss Morgan, but Mr. Green isn’t available to meet anyone without an appointment.”

“You!” Lindsay frowned in annoyance.

“The nerve of you talking to me like this! I’ll have Rhys fire you!”

With that, Lindsay pulled out her phone and dialed Rhys.

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is not available…”

Lindsay’s expression soured instantly. Rhys’ phone would never be off, not with an assistant around. Unless she had been blocked!

Realizing this, Lindsay’s expression grew darker. She slammed her hands down on the reception desk.

“You, hurry up and call Rhys. Tell him I’m here to see him!”

The receptionist pinched her legs to maintain her composure.

“Alright, Miss Morgan. Please wait a moment.”

After making the call, the receptionist turned away to compose herself before turning back with a smile.

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