Spoiled my CEO husband after Rebirth

Chapter 61: August Reed Never Cared About the Sake of Others

The atmosphere was dismal for a moment.

After a while, Jason recomposed himself and spoke once more. "Mr. Reed, thet's not right. Lina's

previous results were indeed mediocre. But now, training her is our main priority. I believe that in time,

she will definitely rise to stardom."

"If she is truly so great, where has she been for the past few years?"

August went straight to the point again. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The smile on Jason's face froze up while the other executives traded looks.

...

Gwenda pinched her thigh hard, desperately trying not to laugh.

August then said casually, "It's not that I don't want to give you guys the endorsement, but if I really did

find a third-rate artist to endorse our new product, it would surely reduce the qualification of the product

as a whole. If by then, sales of the product is affected by this, I will have a hard time explaining to the

company shareholders."

August was quite frank, and there was a hint of disdain in his words.

Hearing that, the executives looked a tad embarrassed.

Finally, Jason spoke again, using his last resort. "Mr. Reed, could you please think about it? Even if you

don't care about us, could you reconsider it for Mr. Evans' sake?"

They brought out Benson Evans as their trump card.

August burst out laughing. "If for my uncle's sake, then should he not come to me in person about

this?"

Jason was struck speechless.

It was common knowledge that the Reeds had a falling out with the Evanses over the latter's eldest

daughter, Gwenda.

If Benson could really lower himself enough to talk with August, they would not have been sent in his

stead in the first place!

This was so frustrating...

Thus, the meal proceeded with great disquiet.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere at the dining table in another private room was also very dismal.

...

A few CEOs originally intended to curry favour with Olivier today. But seeing the look on his face, they

turned their attention to Otto instead.

"Mr. Roux, a toast to you, if you don't mind."

"Ah, okay."

Otto smiled and resigned himself to the bitter fate of having to drink in his boss' stead.

They exchanged toasts and chatted about various things. Olivier, however, was not in the mood as his

mind constantly replayed the scene of Gwenda fawning over that man.

His fingers tightening around the stem of the wine glass, Olivier pressed his lips together into a thin line

as his eyes exuded nothing but ice. Anyone who looked into his eyes could not help but shudder with

fear.

His chilly aura permeated every corner of the room and the chatting of several CEOs gradually died

down.

...

Finally, someone could not hold back any longer and asked Otto, "Mr. Roux, what happened to Mr.

Petit?"

"I don't know either..."

Otto sighed resignedly.

Ever since they got out of the car, there was something off with Olivier.

Otto also wanted to know what had happened.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay before continuing their meal, but they could not enjoy it.

After a while later, a waiter entered the private room and began to refill everyone's tea.

Olivier, who had not said a word up till now, noticed a figure brush past the room and his eyes sparked

with recognition. He rose from his seat without hesitation.

"Uh, boss? What are you..."

Before Otto could finish, Olivier left everyone behind and walked out.

...

Unable to stand the dismal and somewhat oppressive atmosphere in the private room, Gwenda had

slipped out to take a breather in the washroom.

After going to the loo, she washed her hands and took care of her appearance before preparing to

leave.

When she stepped out of the washroom, the figure of a man came into her line of sight.

The tall man wore a suit and was leaning against the wall. The light that shone from above him made

him seem gilded.

When Gwenda looked over to him, he also happened to look over to her as if they were telepathically

connected.

When their eyes met, Gwenda was shocked. Just as she was about to speak, she was yanked straight

into the man's embrace.

A familiar cologne hit her nose as Gwenda's face was smushed up against the man's chest. His strong

heartbeat was loud in her ear.

Before she could recover, the man leaned down and buried his face into her neck, a dull voice saying,

"Gwenda..."