“Tsk! How naive of you to think that I don’t have the authority to do anything just because I don’t work here!” After saying so, the man approached Hannah with a much softer expression. “Let’s go. Ignore these uneducated people,” he said calmly with a smile.
Hannah was deeply shocked by Xavier’s words and actions. She did not expect that the gentle and graceful man would have a totally different side as such.
He held her hand and exited the room as everyone watched in absolute confusion.
Perplexed, Hannah felt like it was all a dream.
“You don’t need to be polite to someone like that,” Xavier said righteously. “I’ll see your chief editor in a bit and tell her to fire that ridiculous lady.”
Ms. Morrison? Oh no, not again. I don’t want to give her the impression that I’m a trouble maker.
“Um… Mr. Jackson, there’s no need for that. You see, it’s not a big deal. Moreover, Ms. Morrison is very principled. She goes by the book.”
Xavier looked her in the eye. “That lady is a scourge for more serious problems. I’m just nipping it in the bud for her. She should be thankful instead.”
Before Hannah had a chance to persuade him, he had made a call to report the matter. “Hey, what’s up?
“I discovered a rotten apple in your wife’s office. Please get her to fire the person at once.
“Of course, I’m doing this for you. I’m here to support her.”
A ton of questions kept swirling in Hannah’s mind.
His wife? Is he referring to Ms. Morrison? She’s married? So Xavier called Ms. Morrison’s husband?
“All right. That lady’s name is…” Arching his brow, Xavier asked, “What’s her name?”
Hannah stuttered, struggling to reply. “I-I’m not sure.”
Xavier said over the phone, “Go get someone to investigate further. It just happened not too long ago. As for who to fire, it’s all up to your woman.”
Hanging up, he heaved a sigh. “You’re too kind. Have you forgotten how she ostracized you? Even if you sweep it under the rug, Vivian will still find out anyway. So, why do you need to cover up for her?”
Unlike all of you presidents, I can’t just do anything I like. Hannah grumbled in her heart.
“I-I was afraid to cause you trouble.” That was all she could say.
“What’s so troublesome about that? It only takes a phone call to get it done.” Subsequently, his mood changed. “Fine, let’s not think about unpleasant things. I’m here to congratulate you on your promotion. Let’s celebrate.”
What’s there to celebrate? The mess I’m in?
“It’s okay, forget it. I still have a lot of pending work to complete,” Hannah rejected his invitation.
Knowing that she felt dejected, Xavier became more determined to cheer her up.
“Wait for me here.” A thought flashed across his mind, and he left.
Hannah stared at Xavier’s back profile. It was quite impressive how he stood up for me just now. His words were concise and straight to the point.
Moments later, the image of Xavier in Hannah’s mind faded away and was replaced by a smiling Fabian.
Fabian? That’s a rare smile, so warm and bright. Normally, you’re icy cold to me.
Why am I thinking about him all of a sudden? At that thought, Hannah shook her head.
Shortly after, Xavier came walking toward her with Bob trailing behind him.
Xavier informed her, “I told Mr. Dijon that I need you to be by my side today to record my itinerary in preparation for future interviews.”
