Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1775

A cold and familiar tone rang out, "Come to my office."

Before Mavis could say anything, the call had already ended.

Taking a deep breath, Mavis got up and made her way to Nathaniel's office.

Despite the short distance between their offices, she walked unusually slowly.

As she neared his office, Mavis hesitated for a long while before finally pushing the door open.

Inside, she found him in a black suit, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

His piercing blue eyes were focused as he diligently reviewed documents, scribbling away on the paper with his golden pen.

Moreover, he was visibly thinner and tired, and his jaw sported a hint of freshly shaved stubble.

Mavis stood by the door, waiting for him to speak.

The familiar scent of the diffuser lingered in the office, and the succulent on the desk thrived.

After a long while, Nathaniel finally looked up, rubbing his aching temples.

He asked coldly, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Huh?

Mavis was baffled.

He called her over, yet he was acting like she was the one being silent.

She was already annoyed with him, to begin with, and his attitude definitely did not help.

Mavis replied bluntly, "Mr. Nicholls, you called me over. Don't you have a task for me?"

Nathaniel adjusted his glasses and grumbled, "Aren't you usually one to act first and explain later? But now, you're afraid to speak?"

He still had a knack for shifting blame onto others!

As Mavis looked at his undeniably handsome face, she could not help but think of his contact with the girl from the fishing village, and anger flared up inside her.

Nathaniel's silence said it all.

He simply stared at her without answering, as if silence was his best response.

Mavis scoffed, turned around, and left his office without looking back.

Watching her determined departure, Nathaniel crushed the cigarette butt in his hand.

Who did she think she was, getting angry at him?

She was the one cozying up to that man, chatting intimately and happily!

Yet, she was blaming him?

A large stack of files with Mavis's notes and classifications on the desk looked neat and elegant, but to him, they only added to his frustration.

He pressed the internal line button on the desk phone and ordered coldly, "Summon all department managers to the conference room!"