Wanted: Billionaire's Wife And Their Genius Twin Babies novel Chapter 81

The school was clearly not big enough for two geniuses as a silent, tacit storm brewed under the roof of Minnow Nursery School.

Sitting in front of her desk, Rachel stared at the email on her computer before she clicked it open.

Although only a few words were on it, they were enough to anger Rachel.

"Woman,

With reluctance, I shall offer you a position in my company. No need to thank me.

Edward Bluemel"

The corner of Rachel's mouth twitched uncontrollably as she slammed her hand madly onto the table.

"Who said I'm interested in your company! Egomaniacal twit!"

Without any hesitation, she immediately hovered over the 'delete' button and sent the email into the void.

Her sudden outburst had attracted everyone's attention.

"Shut the hell up! Do you think we have no deadlines to rush?!"

"Yeah! Why make such a big fuss?!"

"A newbie like you is trying to give us an attitude?!"

"Childish!"

...

Rachel smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry I disturbed your work."

Though she immediately blamed her being snarled at onto Edward.

'Idiot! I really wish I could split open his head and see if there's actually a brain in there.'

Nathan was peacefully sitting in his office and poring over contract details when the phone rang, sloshing the coffee in his hand onto his pants.

Promptly, his face turned sour like a storm cloud was looming over his head.

Nathan then set down his coffee, feeling strangely lucky.

Fortunately, the coffee had cooled down, or he would not have forgiven the caller.

He picked up the call with one hand while using the other free hand to wipe the coffee stain off his pants with a tissue.

"Who is this?"

There was a pause from the other side of the phone. "Can't you recognize my voice by now?"

Nathan's hand staggered on his pants and he fleetly plastered on a smile. "Edward, you better have something important."

'If not, I will have my vengeance!'

"Of course I have something important. Nathan, be honest, did you intercept my email?"

Nathan tossed the tissue into the bin. "Email? What email?"

"The one I sent to your date last night."

Nathan's hand tensed up on his phone. "What? You sent Rachel an email?! What are you emailing her for?"

"Didn't I tell you? I want her in my office..."

Before Edward could finish, Nathan had already sprinted out of his office toward the lift.

Anne stood up and followed him. She was visibly confused.

When the lift stopped on the sixth floor, Nathan dashed out of the lift amid its doors opening.

Seeing Nathan's visit, the women in the office began tidying their hair.

"President Chapman, even though Edward Bluemel is your friend, I feel I should tell you something. He is a self-aggrandizing egotistical bubblehead! Was he trying to get me to worship him by sending an email?"

"No, I think he was trying to get me to print a 32-inch picture of him in black-and-white and get me to pray to him! I don't know who he thinks he is, but I think he's an absolute bellend. I won't go to his company, and I think even sparing a look at him is a waste of energy!"

Rachel spilled all the words she could recall in a moment's notice before she sighed in relief.

A smile then reappeared on her face.

"President Chapman, I'm sorry for ranting, would you still like to continue listening to my thoughts?"

Both Nathan and Anne were so caught off guard by Rachel's spiel that it seemed like their mouths had lost the ability to produce any sound despite their repeated attempts.

Not only did it happen to them, but the same had also happened to Edward, who was sitting on the other end of the phone line while preparing to drink his tea.

The teacup was in his hand, midway raised to his lips when time seemingly paused.

'What did I hear?'

Clink— Edward set down the hot cup of tea on the table, his face exuding a silent rage.

'Other people would say bad things about me behind my back, but this woman?'

'She is badmouthing me at me!' (Even though it was through a phone call.)

In the Orange Country, who would dare to criticize him?

'This woman has blabbered for so long and it seems that she still has more to go? Do I have that many shortcomings?'

'She says I am egotistical, but who does she think she is?!'

Nathan silently looked at the phone call and shook his head. "That's enough, Rachel, you can stop now."

Rachel nodded with a smile. "I'm not wrong, what are you so worried about, President Chapman? Edward Bluemel isn't here, so let's talk about him openly. Or does he have the ability to eavesdrop and to know we're dissing him?"

Nathan was speechless. He did not know if Edward had that ability, but he was absolutely sure that Edward had heard their entire conversation.