Hope Williams’ expression faded slightly, "Are you and Waylon going to the business social together tonight?"
Elias Patel explained unhurriedly, "Yes, I was still handing over my work, and it happened that the boss of the project our Boss is discussing tonight, I have been dealing with them before, so I went along."
Hope Williams sat down on the living room sofa, her fair and delicate face unintentionally relaxed a bit.
Perhaps it was because she was pregnant, she was especially sensitive about certain things.
When she heard that Waylon Lewis’s call was answered by someone else, she was unconsciously startled, especially since it was another woman, and a woman who had a good relationship with Waylon.
The voice on the other side was somewhat noisy, filled with the clinking of cups and teasing.
These people seemed to have had quite a bit to drink, their voices loud and tipsy.
"Miss Patel is so capable, when I didn’t see you by President Lewis’s side, I thought you had left the Lewis Clan. I was planning to poach you to my company, and it turns out Miss Patel is still with the Lewis Clan."
"Wishful thinking, Miss Patel has always been the apple of President Lewis’s eye, she couldn’t be poached by you. Look, President Lewis standing next to Miss Patel, not to mention the subordinate relationship, they truly look like a handsome couple, quite a match, President Lewis treats Miss Patel rather specially."
Elias Patel laughed gracefully, "You folks really shouldn’t tease me ."
"We are really speaking the truth, anyone with eyes could see it. Just now, President Lewis even shielded Miss Patel from drinking. We have never seen President Lewis show such tender affection before, it is clear that Miss Patel is special to him."
Elias Patel dealt with it helplessly a couple of times, and then seemingly recalled that Hope Williams’ call hadn’t been hung up yet, and hurriedly said to Hope, "Madam, please don’t misunderstand, they’ve drunk too much, just talking nonsense. Do you have anything else? Boss should be back soon, can I have him call you back later?"
Hope Williams brushed her hair and took a deep breath, regaining focus, and said, "No need, tell him not to drink too much and come back early. I’ll wait for him at home."
"Madam, it might take a while longer here, you can rest first, no need to wait for Boss."
Hope Williams’ expression, previously devoid of much emotion, turned cold completely, "Miss Patel, that’s enough from you."
Elias Patel smiled lightly, "I’m sorry, Madam, for overstepping my bounds."
Hope Williams hung up the phone, leaning on the sofa with her brows tightly furrowed.
She naturally trusted Waylon, but as a wife, those words were uncomfortable to hear.
Also, she could tell that Elias Patel somewhat intentionally let her hear those words.
Waylon Lewis came back from outside just as Elias Patel put his phone back in its place. Waylon’s brow furrowed slightly; he didn’t like others touching his personal belongings.
Noticing Waylon’s displeasure, Elias Patel stood up and explained calmly, "Boss, your wife called just now, and I saw you were not around, so I answered it for you."
Waylon Lewis, upon hearing it was a call from Hope Williams, his expression softened and asked, "What did she say?"
Elias Patel’s face carried a flawless smile, "Madam didn’t say much, just to drink less and that she would wait for you to come home."
"That’s all she said?"
Elias Patel nodded, "Yes, that’s all."
Waylon Lewis glanced at his phone, his handsome face showing no particular expression, and he didn’t sit back down but reached for his suit jacket instead.
Elias Patel’s brows slightly trembled, her tone changing, "Boss, what is this about?"
Waylon Lewis looked coolly at everyone present, "Please continue, I’m leaving."
"President Lewis, it’s still early, what’s so urgent that you have to leave?"
"Yeah, President Lewis, what’s so urgent?"
The people in the private room tried to persuade him to stay.
Waylon Lewis looked coldly at the people stopping him, "My wife called me home to sleep."
Those blocking Waylon Lewis had drunk quite a bit, holding their glasses and standing unsteadily in front of Waylon, "Luck that President Lewis is such a nice guy, it’s only just a few hours past, home ladies really don’t understand, always hurrying, what’s there to hurry, listen to me, President, ignore her, let her wait enough, such inconsiderate women should be taught a lesson."
Several drunk people in the room laughed along, agreeing, "That’s right, President Lewis, you should not spoil home women too much, otherwise they’ll start taking liberties; daring to manage a man’s affairs, they should be left hanging."
The drunk stocky man who was blocking Waylon Lewis’s way stretched out his hand to pull him, "Come on, President Lewis, let’s continue drinking... ah ah ah... ah... President Lewis!"