No Chance Of Remarriage: Get Lost Chapter 310

Chapter 310 I’m Worried About You The other party was slightly bewildered. “Ms. Elisa Benett?”

“Yes.”

The assistant paused for a moment before saying, “Alright. He’s in a meeting now but I will pass the message to him and call you back after that.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

The two of them hung up after that.

The assistant put down the phone and went straight to Mr. Whitford’s office.

At the time, Mr. Whitford was at his office desk. The big-bellied man’s breathing was slightly ragged, and it was clear that it was because he was overweight.

He looked around forty years old and had a pair of white-framed glasses. His middle-parted hair made him look even more greasy, which made many women unable to look him in the eye.

Knowing that it was his assistant that was coming in, he didn’t even raise his head. He continued looking at pictures of beautiful women on his cell phone.

His assistant was already used to Mr. Whitford’s ways. He walked to Mr. Whitford’s office desk.

His assistant was a man. Although Mr. Whitford was lewd, he would assign most work matters to men. He knew that he would lose his mind over lust, so he would never let female secretaries get too close to him.

If he wanted to play with women, he could just look for them outside.

His principle was to never help women be promoted. This was because many who were promoted relied on their beautiful appearances. They were vases who had big bosoms but empty minds. His company would be gone if it was handed to these women.

“Mr. Whitford, Ms. Elisa Benett called and said that she wants to meet you for a meal.”

Mr. Whitford stopped scrolling through pictures, and he looked up at once at his assistant. “Who?”

“Ms. Elisa Benett.”

Mr. Whitford was suddenly excited, and his oily face was full of joy. “Which? Gareth’s ex-wife?”

His assistant’s eyes flashed slightly. “Yes, it’s her... I just checked, and she’s now working as an employee in the marketing department of Benett Corporation.”

Mr. Whitford suddenly laughed. “Haha, I have to go if a pretty lady asks me out for a meal. Tell her that I’m free tonight. I’ll meet her at...”

He hesitated, because he was just about to say the presidential suite that he usually booked.

But thinking of Elisa’s status, he paused for a moment before saying indifferently, “I’ll meet her at the clubhouse I usually go to.

Get a decent private room.”

Worry streaked across his assistant’s eyes. “Mr. Whitford, but... after all, she has some relations with the Wickam family and Mr.

Darcey, if you...”

“She’s a broken woman. What is there to worry about? I’ll just sleep with her for one night. She can do whatever she wants after that. As a businessman, I meet people for my benefit. If she wants to work with me, she has to pay the price.”

“But...”

“That’s enough. Arrange for it and call her. Say that I’m very busy, and I only agreed for her sake.”

His assistant nodded when he saw Mr. Whitford resume playing with his cell phone leisurely. “Alright.”

...

It was time to get off work. Elisa was at the office and hadn’t left. She wanted to wait for the appointed time and look for Mr.

Whitford.

Kira suddenly felt a little distressed and looked at Elisa. “Liz, we’re done for the day. Let’s leave together?”

Elisa smiled. “I’m fine. I still have some things to deal with, so I’ll leave in a moment.”

Kira sighed. She was still a little worried. “Are... you really meeting with Mr. Whitford today? Why don’t I go with you?”

“It’s alright. I’m fine.”

Kira had been cautioning her the whole day. Elisa naturally understood where she was coming from.

Kira wrinkled her brows tightly. “But Mr. Whitford... he’s really strange. He’s a greasy old geezer. When he discusses work with women, he only cares about himself, and he won’t even bring up the partnership. You’re so pretty, Liz. I’m worried about you.”