Chapter 698: 227: It’s too late to regret! _4
After all, Terrence Lentz is usually very calm and self-disciplined, never slacking off during meetings. But today, his phone rang and he even responded to the message with his head down.
For a moment, everyone was curious about who was the one sending messages to Terrence Lentz.
It’s amazing that the message could make the business magnate Terrence Lentz, who strikes fear into the hearts of many in the business world, put down his work so seriously, and reply to the message.
What’s even more incredible is that there’s not a trace of anger on the man’s face.
Isn’t it said that Mr. Terrence doesn’t like to be disturbed during meetings?
[Hmm, my grandma, my mom, and my brother all said it tastes very good.]At the end, Viola Thompson sent another spinning emoji, which was an insufferably smug little rabbit.
The man stared at the little rabbit on the screen, his deep and black phoenix eyes were unfathomable. His beautiful fingers tapped on the screen and sent a line of text over: [Your grandma and aunties are very fortunate.]
Mrs. Thompson, Mary Perryne, and Brandon: Do you want this fortune?
Viola was in a good mood, and her mood was even better after seeing Terrence’s reply. She continued to reply: [I’ll cook for you if there’s a chance! By the way, when are you coming back to the country?]
Upon reading this message, the man’s thin lips slightly raised.
It was like a warm sun appearing on a cold winter day.
He suddenly smiled, and the group of elite bosses in the conference room looked at each other feeling crept out.
The atmosphere in the conference room became weird.
Who would have thought that the cold and ruthless Yama, King of Hell, would actually smile?
Everyone in the company knows that Mr. Terrence’s temper is unpredictable due to his leg problems, so he hardly shows any expression on his face. It’s as if he’s covered in a layer of frost that people can’t penetrate, making him distant and unapproachable.
Furthermore, he’s not interested in women. It’s known that someone once tried to attract Mr. Terrence’s attention but was fired by the Human Resources Department the next day.
So over the years, the female colleagues would avoid him and not even dare to look at him more than necessary, for fear of being misunderstood as trying to seduce him on purpose.
Even the secretary and assistants around him are all male.
It’s public knowledge.
No grass grows within three meters of Mr. Terrence.
But now, the cold-faced Yama, King of Hell, actually smiled.
[Okay, I’m looking forward to it.]Terrence then replied: [The return date is undecided for now, I’ll inform you before I come back.]
After replying to this message, the man looked up at the project manager who had paused and said, “Go on.”
These three simple words carried a strong sense of deterrence, sending chills down people’s spine.
The project manager, who is usually so domineering, was so terrified by a man sitting in a wheelchair that he dropped his files on the floor.
Looking at the documents on the ground, the project manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with trembling hands and said, “Sir, I’m sorry.”
Was he going to be fired?
Just a week ago, he was bragging to his former classmates about joining Terrence’s company and even meeting Terrence in person.
“You have ten minutes left.” At that moment, the man’s thin lips opened slightly, and he tapped his finger on the office table.
The project manager’s eyes widened, and a wave of excitement surged in his heart as if he had cheated death.
The cold-faced Yama, King of Hell, wasn’t angry!
The project manager quickly picked up the documents from the floor and resumed his report.
God knows that just a moment ago, he had already thought about how to write his resignation letter!
He had even figured out where to work after resigning.
Upon learning that the man wasn’t angry, the project manager quickly adjusted his state of mind but was still a little panicked, stumbling over a few words. Just when he was waiting to be scolded, the man put away his phone and said, “That’s it for today’s meeting. Dismiss!”
With that, the secretary pushed the wheelchair and left.
The project manager watched the man leave and let out a huge sigh of relief.
Finally, he was free.
A moment later, the project manager slumped in the chair, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his forehead.
After his colleagues left the office one by one, the project manager finally got up and left.
On the other hand, the secretary pushed the wheelchair straight to the private elevator.