Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Chapter 996

Sonia had just taken the folder and was about to review it when someone knocked the door. "Come in," she replied while flicking through the schedule.

"President Reed." When the door was opened, an assistant stood at the door frame with one hand holding a blue file and the other hand rested on the doorknob as he announced, "President Lane has arrived to meet with you."

"Charles is here?" Sonia was taken aback.

What brings him here at this time?

"President Reed." Standing in front of her desk, Daphne started to get nervous.

She glanced at Daphne and knew why Daphne was anxious, after which she gestured at Daphne to calm down. "Don't worry or stress about it, Miss Daphne. I know what you're going to say, so rest in my private lounge first."

At that, Sonia indicated at the private lounge in the front. Then, Daphne wrung her hands as she gave a quick smile and sprinted to the said location. As she watched Daphne leaving, Sonia let out a soft sigh because Daphne and Charles had been the ideal working partners in the past. Yet, it was now a dream to watch them interact normally.

Sonia massaged her temples before turning to look at the assistant standing at the door. "Where is Charles right now?"

"President Lane is currently downstairs. He intended to come up, but President Dafoe stopped him as he passed by the area. They're currently having a conversation," the assistant replied.

Sonia frowned.

Asher stopped Charles? What is he trying to achieve by stopping Charles?

Her eyes dimmed momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure as she smiled at the assistant. "Okay, I understand. In that case, invite Charles to come up."

"Understood," the assistant answered before closing the door.

Soon after, the door reopened to reveal Charles stepping in casually. He was wearing a maroon shirt underneath his white casual suit, but he didn't complement it with a tie. As two of the buttons of his outer attire were undone, it exposed his fair chest. Matching the top half of his attire was a pair of white ankle pants that fit his beautiful, slender ankles. To top things off, he even wore pointed leather shoes in the color of white.

As a result, it made him look both showy and trashy.

Even though Sonia was accustomed to his fashion sense, Sonia still found it repulsive.

"Why are you dressed like this? Aren't you cold?" She rubbed her temples again as she could already feel the chill from his exposed chest and ankles.

However, Charles sensually approached her with his chin slightly raised. "No, of course not. I'm not feeling anything. Don't you think that my outfit today is perfect?"

However, Charles sensually approached her with his chin slightly raised. "No, of course not. I'm not feeling anything. Don't you think that my outfit today is perfect?"

His footsteps came to a rest in front of her desk. He then spun on his heels and completed his antics with Michael Jackson's classic movement.

Sonia restrained her smile. "Absolutely not. I just think you're feeling cold right now. The corners of your mouth and your ankle are turning purple."

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Please stop being so specific. The cold is meaningless when being cool is more important."

"Dude, I'm worried you're going to get sick." A helpless Sonia rubbed her temples for the third time.

Charles gave a dismissive wave of his hand to indicate his disagreement. "I am, after all, the company president. How is it possible that I would get sick?"

He then lifted his head arrogantly as though nothing could ever drag him down.

His actions caused her to laugh and she remarked, "President? Sadly, your outfit does not match the image. You look more like a playboy. I've never seen a president dressed as trashy as you."

His fashion style had already been trashy during the summer, what more with his floral shirts and showy pants. She had never expected him to maintain fashion style even during the winter, but she would nonetheless become alarmed if he suddenly changed his entire image.

"Of course, you've never seen anything like it. Those presidents you've met are mostly older men. How can they possibly compare with me?" Charles mocked as he drew a chair in front of her and sat.

She rolled her eyes in return. "They are not all old. Tob—"

Sonia paused in the middle of her sentence as if she had realized something. No, I cannot mention Toby in his presence. Even if he's claimed he's given up on me and offered us his blessing, I shouldn't bring up Toby so casually in front of him. It'll hurt him.
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