Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 53

This way, it was impossible for Lindsey not to go upstairs. Her original data was still in her laptop upstairs, and the data she verified was also there.

Even if her teammates did not witness it, they had heard about the feat of Denarius’ President carrying her away from the office. On top of that, Lindsey was put in charge of the cooperation with Denarius this time even with her lack of experience. Her specially assigned seat yesterday also brought a lot of speculation about her relationship with the President.

After seeing Lindsey on their floor, these speculations were mixed with gossip that their relationship was not as harmonious as before. When they watched her leave in a hurry back to her desk, they could not contain their curiosity, but unfortunately, none of them could answer the questions they had in mind.

Quentin looked at Zayn's glum face all morning. He stole a glance and lowered his head as he said, "President, the IT department already did everything. They went into the laptops of the Hemera employees and corrupted the datasheet made by Ms. Juhl."

His boss did not respond, so Quentin did not know whether he was doing a good job or not. He wiped away his cold sweat and silently retreated.

When he left Zayn’s office, he saw that Lindsey was at her tiny desk clicking away on her laptop. Quentin felt sorry for her, but he went back to his desk.

Zayn was particularly irritable all morning and had reprimanded three managers and an assistant. That assistant was Quentin himself, so he had a lingering fear and did not dare to poke the hornet’s nest.

Lindsey opened her laptop and took a look at the data. The original data was still there and the organized ones were also there, so she breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly sent over a copy to the team.

Zayn looked at her through the glass panel and did not see anything different about her besides her loose hair.

He felt vexed thinking of the injuries on her body, but he quickly turned ruthless. He gently dialed the internal line of his secretary responsible for trivial matters.

A few minutes later, Lindsey ensured that everything was in order and was just about to go back downstairs when she was stopped.

"Ms. Juhl, these are some of the information involved in this project. I've placed them at your desk." The secretary said while she put a stack of documents as tall as a child at Lindsey's feet. She originally intended to place them on the desk, but the space was too small.

"When did I ever ask for these things?" Lindsey looked at her directly. The secretary felt guilty after being stared at with her cold eyes. She lowered her head and thought, ‘Why did she have the same look as the President?’

"You didn’t ask for these, but Director Sawyer asked me to sort it out for you."

"Alright then, I'll bring it downstairs," Lindsey said without hesitation.

"Ms. Juhl, that won’t be appropriate because this involves some important information within our company. If you bring it downstairs and the information is leaked, both of us could not afford to take this responsibility."

Lindsey stopped in her tracks and looked at the secretary for several seconds. She then turned and sat back down in her corner.

"Is there anything else?" Lindsey picked up a folder at the top and looked at it.

"Nope. Ms. Juhl, please call me if you need anything."

Lindsey did not want to be mad with anyone else, but with a raging fire burning in her chest and with nowhere to vent her frustrations, she unconsciously carried some of her emotions in her speech.

She sat there all afternoon reading the stack of documents until her neck was sore.

During this period, Zayn went in and out of his office several times, but he ignored Lindsey. He also did not ask her to serve him coffee or organize his things. Lindsey almost believed that the pile of work at her desk was not Zayn’s way of torturing her.

Unfortunately, he was still the devil.