Titus Zane’s face turned pale as he heard Linda’s lowered voice threatening, "So, you’d better follow my arrangement, otherwise, you won’t even get a sip of soup, let alone hope to make enough money for retirement!"
The hands hanging by his sides curled up involuntarily, nails digging deep into his palms.
Ever since Linda was parachuted in, he had the illusion of being a body double. Now, with Linda spelling it out bluntly, he realized that it wasn’t his illusion, but the reality.
Even Sister Hua had told Linda about his plans to retire.
He nodded, "Understood."
All along he thought Sister Hua genuinely cared for him, but now he realized, he was just a tool used for gaining benefits.
"Since you know, stay away from Wesley Foley from now on!" Linda’s voice lowered into a cold warning as she turned back to her desk.
If he felt guilty towards Sister Hua for his decision to retire before, now that he knew his "status," that guilt had vanished.
After all, in these short three years, he had made no small profit for the company, or else Sister Hua wouldn’t have valued him so much.
Previously, Titus Zane thought Sister Hua was a gentle and kind-hearted woman. Now he finally understood that such warmth depended on a high return.
Seeing Titus Zane still standing there without leaving, Linda pretended to flip through documents while harshly reminding him.
"Get lost, don’t you want to give Wesley an impression?"
Titus Zane took a deep breath and continued walking towards his own office.
Sitting in the office chair, Titus Zane wondered whether to refuse Wesley’s recent invitation.
After all, Linda had warned him, if he got too close to Wesley and angered Linda, the consequences might be more than he could bear.
Sister Hua, towards those subordinates who disobeyed commands, was never lenient.
Before he knew it, it was almost time to get off work, and Titus Zane prepared to go to Wesley’s office and find an excuse to decline his invitation.
Just as he stood up from his chair, someone knocked on the office door a few times and then pushed it open without waiting for him to respond. It was Linda, holding her handbag and dressed neatly.
"Carry, the assistant, the president asked me to invite you to dinner with us."
He hesitated for a moment, then responded indifferently, "Alright."
He put on his coat and left with Linda.
A driver was at the wheel, with Linda sitting in the passenger seat, chatting non-stop with Wesley all the way.
Titus Zane really admired Linda’s professionalism, whether it’s her profound knowledge or the homework she did on the fly, each topic was right up his alley.
Even Wesley couldn’t help but praise her repeatedly as a rare talent.
If Titus Zane had conquered Wesley with his outstanding looks, then Linda definitely did it with her talent.
Even at the dinner table, she could discuss a simple bottle of red wine as if she were an expert—talking fluently about its initial making process, development history, and current technological improvements.
It was originally Wesley who invited Titus Zane to dinner, but in the end, Titus Zane suddenly felt like he was superfluous.
Perhaps, this dinner was mainly for Linda, and he was just an accompaniment.
Being the main character all along, being overlooked by others, that feeling was really uncomfortable.
Seeing the glass of red wine in front of Titus Zane remained untouched, Wesley looked over, "Why aren’t you drinking? Don’t you like it?"
If he remembered correctly, he loved red wine.
Titus Zane smiled faintly, "I quit."
Wesley frowned, "Why?"
"Wine can lead to mistakes."