Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 476 General Manager Wolfe had a regretful expression after he came out of the office.
He had thought Hudson Corporationâs position would skyrocket after having the backing of Eldest Young Master Hill. It was unfortunate.
The atmosphere in the company was down the whole morning.
Even the employees at the reception desk were not excluded.
When it was nearly 12 p.m., a handsome, slender figure came walking from the entrance. At first glance, it was as if a top-tier celebrity had appeared. However, upon a closer look, that perfect, refined outline made the employees at the reception desk shudder.
They were looking right at the face that made Australiaâs women swoon in front of the television too many times.
âEldest⦠Eldest Young Master Hillâ¦â
âF*ck, why does Eldest Young Master Hill now have choppy bangs? Heâs utterly handsome.
âWhy is Eldest Young Master Hill here? He canât possibly be getting a divorce with our president, right?
âOh my gosh, no.â
âEldest Young Master Hill, youâreâ¦â A female receptionist went up to him cautiously.
âCanât you see this?â He shook the food container that he held. âIâm here to deliver food to my wife.â
ââ¦â
The female receptionist was petrified.
Were they not getting a divorce?
Why did Eldest Young Master Hill come to deliver food personally, then?
âWhere is she?â Shaun raised his dashing brows.
The receptionist was almost blinded by him, and she was on the verge of swooning over him. âAt this hour⦠She wouldâve gone to the cafeteria to eat.â
Shaun made his way to the cafeteria carefreely.
This was his first time visiting Hudson Corporation.
He spotted Catherineâs figure at the cafeteria very quickly. She was really eye-catching. She wore a khaki-colored tailored suit today, and her long hair was gathered at one side. Just from her side profile alone, she already looked otherworldly.
A few executives were gathered around her. He did not know what they were talking about, but the atmosphere was good and it looked like they were having a pleasant chat.
Shaunâs eyebrows were knitted into a frown.
He walked over with long strides.
Catherine was discussing the pricing of the houses with the executives. Then, she felt her surroundings quieten down suddenly and everyone was looking behind her.
The ladies were swooning while the men had a fearful yet respectful look on their faces.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes were suddenly met with Shaunâs gorgeous face.
âBabe, I made a love-packed meal for you.â Shaunâs tone was so gentle and doting that honey was dripping from his words.
Catherine frowned. She was about to say something.
General Manager Wolfe stood up immediately. âIn that case, President Jones, you should hurry upstairs and have your meal with Eldest Young Master Hill.â
The manager of the Marketing Department smiled from ear to ear. âEldest Young Master Hill, youâre so thoughtful.â
The manager of the Public Relations Department said, âGood men like Eldest Young Master Hill are almost extinct. My husband has never lovingly packed me lunch in my whole life.â
Things got more exaggerated when the cafeteriaâs supervisor ran out and said, âThe food in our cafeteria is surely not as delicious as what Eldest Young Master Hill has made. President Jones, you shouldnât let his efforts go to waste.â
ââ¦â
Were those her employees or Shaunâs?
âLetâs go,â Shaun circled her waist and whispered in her ear, âYou wouldnât want to quarrel with me where everyoneâs watching us, right?â
Catherine was speechless. She had no choice but to bring him upstairs.
After closing the door, she crossed her arms. When she was about to talk, Shaun had already opened the container of food. The container had four tiers. The first tier had deep-fried shrimp and vegetables in it, the second tier contained chicken soup, and the third tier was filled with peeled fruits. The rice in the fourth tier was arranged into portraits of a man and a woman, with roasted sesame seeds as the nose and hair. There were eggs, carrots, and corn at the side as well. The creative work deserved full marks.
âBabe, this is you, and this is me.â Shaun pointed at the portraits in the lunch box.