Chapter 228

Lowell felt utterly wronged “You didn’t even give me a chance.”

“And you… you think you’re in the right now?”

Lowell remained silent. Justice lies in the heart of the beholder. Right now, he might be feeling wronged, but he won’t say it out loud. On the other end of the phone, Elysia was all ears. She knew he didn’t know about the food.

So, her little rant earlier… wasn’t unjustified after all!

And it was him who didn’t give a proper ear to the matter. Not letting Lowell finish his piece, that’s on him!

“You…”

They both started at the same time.

Elysia pouted, “You go first.”

Tarquin explained, “I didn’t know you made Elijah food.”

“Oh.” The response was cold.

Tarquin was silent, the tension thick in the air.

Lowell, ever the peacemaker, chimed in, “Ms. Thorne, is the food still up for grabs? If so, Tarin and I can swing by and pick it up. We’re free.”

Elysia retorted, “You come alone. I don’t want to see him.”

Lowell was taken aback. “Ah?”

Elysia added, “Seeing him annoys me!”

Tarquin clenched his teeth in silence, seething.

Lowell, with a brave face, said, “Alright, alright, I’ll head over now. I’ll call you when I’m there.”

*Okay. Elysia hung up.

Lowell quickly grabbed his phone, safeguarding it from Tarquin’s wrath. Given Tarquin’s current mood, dark and stormy, it was best to play it safe.

“Regardless, it’s good news that Ms. Thorne decided to whip up something for Elijah. He hasn’t been eating well these days, and today he can finally have a proper meal.”

go.”

Thinking of Elijah, Tarquin’s expression softened noticeably, He shut down his computer, stood up, and donned his jacket. “Let’s Seizing the moment, Lowell suggested, “Today’s been a good day. How about we take a break? The team’s been through the wringer lately.”

be day Tarquin, while adjusting his tie, agreed, “Give them two days off. Pay triple salary for this month.”

“Right on.”

The news spread like wildfire among the staff, sparking excitement.

“Lowell, was it that phone call that sweet–talked Mr. Bradford into a good mood?”

“I heard a woman’s voice! Was it, Lowell?”

Lowell squinted. “Eavesdropping on the boss’s calls now, are we? Looking for trouble?”

“No way, I just happened to overhear by chance. So… it was that lady on the phone who cheered him up?”

With Lowell’s tacit acknowledgment, excitement burgeoned.

“Wow, Mr. Bradford is finally smitten, huh?”

“Who’s the lucky lady that caught his eye? She must be a real gem!”

“No wonder Mr. Bradford has been so moody lately. Turns out he’s in love. They say men in love can be so childish, flying off the handle at the slightest thing…”

The office door suddenly opened, and Tarquin stepped out.

The chattering crowd instantly fell silent, quickly returning to their desks as if nothing had happened.

Tarquin, stone–faced, strode to the elevator without a word.

09:40 Lowell hurried after him.

As the elevator doors closed, Tarquin asked, “Who’s in love?”

Lowell’s heart skipped a beat, managing a nervous chuckle, “You heard that, huh? Just a misunderstanding.”

Tarquin coldly said, “Fizone is always looking for volunteers.”

Lowell pleaded, “I’m sorry. Tarquin. I won’t gossip about you again. Rather than sending me to Fizone to mine rocks, you might as well just end me.”

Tarquin replied icily, “If you don’t fancy mining, then quit daydreaming. Elysia and I are never happening!”

“Well, you never know about the future, right?”

“If I ever end up with her, you can have my CEO spot, and I’ll call you ‘boss‘.”

After those chilling words, Tarquin stormed out of the elevator.

Lowell was left pondering…

Should Lowell hold out some hope? Could this be his chance to rise?