Stuck In His Heart

The woman in the copy room became more and more furious as no one passed by at lunch time. Richie had no doubt that she would be famous if she kept talking.

His face darkened as she spoke. He pressed his lips and gave a faint smile.

"Well, what a bloodsucker!" He loosened his cuff link and smiled wickedly.

The man who had turned a deaf ear to such complaints in the past stood still at the moment, waiting for the accusations of the people inside to subside.

Standing behind him, Tim tried his best to hold back his laughter.

This must be a new secretary. And the boss picked her up personally. As a result, she didn't focus on her work but gossiped behind his back.

But her words were reasonable and witty.

Looking up at the man in black who gave off the black aura, Tim felt sorry for her in the bottom of his heart. Although she was very upright, she would bear the fury of this man later.

In the copy room came the woman's clear, deep voice, accompanied by a few chuckles. "When I have more money, I'll make him kneel down and sing ‘Conquer‘ for me."

With a mocking smile, Richie went straight away with big steps. His back seemed to be filled with anger. He must be in a very bad mood now.

Tim, who was following behind him, coughed and gave a thumbs up in secret. He admired the girl's courage.

They strode away. When a panicked woman pushed the door of the meeting room open, there was no one in the long corridor.

However, she didn't know that danger was approaching.

In the office, Tim looked at the silent man on the leather chair with a file. According to his understanding of Richie for many years, he must be sprayed into pieces when he went to talk about work now.

just said, and then he could not help but see the

rang out in the quiet office. Tim covered his face with a

stopped him, which made him laugh more and more unscrupulous. Until there was a shadow in

review the documents or

black hair reflected his complexion, making

false smile, he threatened, "If you keep on laughing, you will

his hand. At this moment, there was a bit of eagerness on his usual calm

care of it. That was because the man said that charity should not be involved in

Richie patted him on the shoulder. His thin lips were slightly raised,

eyes, Tim said in a depressed voice,

sat back in his seat lazily

working with him for so many years, Tim was just out of habit

in his hand and was about to ask for his opinion when

cup of black coffee in her hand. She held the coffee with a smile on her face, which made her

the stranger in the office, her eyelids twitched. She then placed the coffee on the desk, like she was

the black coffee you asked me to

her tone was so powerful that Tim suddenly felt

Richie's face. He had sat there,

Richie smiled and praised, "You're

in the coffee. Given her performance

Consuela didn't know why, but she kept smiling, not intending

I will go to collect the

a restaurant first. We don't have to depend on mistreating