Chapter 832:
“What’s going on?” Herbert, who had been sitting at his desk, stood up and walked toward me.
“Mr. Wharton, this young lady barged in. I couldn’t stop her…” the female secretary said, trembling with fear.
Herbert calmly ordered, “You can go.”
The secretary glanced at me curiously before quietly leaving. The door to the office closed, and the large office fell into silence.
“Sit down first?” Herbert asked, his expression calm. He turned his head to pick up the cigarette box, as if about to light one, but then placed it back without lighting it.
“Do you know why I’m here?” I asked him.
I was right. He had used Mr. Hall’s situation to lure me here.
Bella’s POV:
Herbert sneered.
“Are you interested in that 50-year-old man?”
His words angered me.
I yelled, “What did he do to annoy you? Why are you trying to ruin his company? You’re being too overbearing!”
“What did he do to annoy me? He called my woman out to get drunk. He was obviously trying to take advantage of you,” Herbert snapped.
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“Of course, I have to teach such a terrible old man a lesson,” he continued angrily.
“What do you mean by ‘your woman’? I’m your ex-wife!”
“Am I your subordinate? Do I have your name on me?” I shot back.
“I was just having a meal with a client. Why are you saying such unpleasant things?”
I was furious with him. This man was simply unbearable.
Herbert’s anger only grew.
“What kind of ambiguous relationship do you have with that man? Even if you want to find someone else, why choose an old man in his fifties? Do you want to prove that I’m not as good as an old man in his fifties?”
His words only made me angrier. I raised my hand, ready to strike Herbert in the face.
“You’re shameless!”
But before I could, Herbert suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.
“Am I shameless, or are you the one being shameless?” Herbert’s tone was fiercer now.
The look in his eyes was vicious, like that of an enraged beast.
I knew his temper. If I continued to fight him, I didn’t think I could save John’s company.
I couldn’t push him any further.
John was a good person. He had helped me a lot.
I couldn’t let his company go bankrupt because of me.
“Can you be reasonable? It was just a coincidence the first time I had a meal with him,” I said, trying to calm the situation.
“The second time, it was because he helped me a lot. Out of politeness, I had to thank him. As for getting drunk, it was simply because I was in a bad mood. It has nothing to do with Mr. Hall. Isn’t it a bit much to vent your anger on him?”
I tried to soften my tone and reason with Herbert, hoping he would listen seriously and not continue being so overbearing.
