Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 516

The executives exchanged bewildered glances. What was going on? Aside from his watch, Mr. Schwartz never wore any accessories, let alone something like a bracelet made of wooden prayer beads. Everyone knew he was a man who scoffed at the very idea of fate.

"Not bad. Next," Shanley said, a rare compliment escaping his lips as he listened to the marketing director's report.

The others were stunned. Mr. Schwartz seemed to be in an unusually good mood today. The marketing director was usually the one who got chewed out the most during these meetings. Had hell frozen over?

"Thank you, Mr. Schwartz," the marketing director said, letting out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Next," Shanley began, but his gaze fell to the bracelet on his wrist, and his expression softened. "Actually, that's all for today. Meeting adjourned."

Meeting adjourned? The executives looked at each other, their faces breaking into smiles like it was Christmas morning. They usually sat through these meetings on pins and needles, terrified of being verbally eviscerated. They never imagined a meeting could end so peacefully.

"Flint," a few of the senior managers called out as Shanley left. They rushed over to his executive assistant, who was gathering documents. "What's gotten into the boss today?"

"Yeah, and what's with the bracelet?"

"He seems to be in a great mood. Is there some good news?"

Flint finished organizing the files and answered with solemn gravity, "The boss's marriage proposal was a success. The bracelet was a gift from the future Mrs. Schwartz."

"What?" The executives' eyes went wide, their jaws practically hitting the floor.

Mr. Schwartz had a fiancée? But wasn't he… into men?

"He'll likely be in a good mood for a while," Flint added, chin held high as he scanned the room. He offered a piece of friendly advice, "Anyone who needs to request time off, admit to a mistake, or report a lack of progress... now would be the time."

The executives stared at one another in silence. A few seconds later, the quickest one to react grabbed his contract and sprinted out of the room. He had to catch the boss while he was still happy.

"Hey, wait up!"

The others scrambled to follow. Soon, news that a mistress for the Schwartz Group had been chosen spread like wildfire across the internet. Countless socialites were heartbroken, as were a fair number of... young man who wept in private. What happened to being immune to female charms?

[Logically, the future Mrs. Schwartz should come from a family comparable to the Schwartzes. So how come there’s no news from anyone in Eclara City's high society?]

[Maybe her identity is a huge secret that can't be revealed?]

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