No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 116 His Patience Running Thin

Seeing Gareth walking toward the door, Thomas quickly spoke up, “Mr. Wickam, Ms. Benett is here to see you.”

Ms. Benett? Gareth shot him a questioning look, and Thomas understood immediately and specified, “Ms. Linda Benett.”

Gareth’s obsidian eyes instantly narrowed at the mention of her name. “Tell her I’m not here.” At this point, Gareth had already reached the door to his office, and Thomas’ face visibly paled.

Linda, who got up excitedly upon hearing Gareth’s voice, instantly froze when she heard those words behind the door. Her smile stiffened. She must’ve heard him wrong; he was probably referring to those pesky business partners of his who wouldn’t leave him alone… right?

Embracing that comforting thought in mind, Thomas’ voice suddenly sounded from outside the door again, “Mr. Wickam, Ms. Benett is already in your office waiting for you.”

could feel a cold, stagnant air drifting into the room,

an hour ago, but it was still too late. Otherwise, you could’ve had this porridge before the meeting. I’ll have to make sure to come earlier tomorrow.” She opened the box of porridge she had made for him.

breakfast. There’s no need to send me meals in

box tightly, her expression dejected. “Garry, are you worried I won’t be

He spoke softly, “It hasn’t been long since you’ve recovered. So, you don’t have to trouble yourself with such things. Besides, you aren’t familiar

relief. “It’s alright, Garry. I’m fine

you head back first?” Gareth suggested with a forced sense of calmness. “I still have a lot to do,

faded a little. She opened her mouth to say something, to tell him she wanted to stay by his side. But the words were suppressed

It would be easy for her, as part of Benett Group, to dig up dirt on Wickam