Chapter 482
Chapter 482:
Callum shot him a pointed look, his patience wearing thin. Usually, Arnold was quick to pick up on things. What was going on with him today?
Suppressing a sigh, Callum extended his wrist again, this time making the watch impossible to miss as he almost thrust it in Arnold’s direction.
The man would have to be blind to miss it now.
“Wow, Mr. Harris, that watch looks fantastic! Is it new?” Arnold asked, finally catching on to Callum’s not-so-subtle hint.
Callum tilted his chin slightly, his pride unmistakable. “Not exactly. It’s a gift from my daughter. Every member of the family got one p>
Arnold smiled, nodding in admiration. “Ah, a gift from Miss Harris. She’s so thoughtful. My kids wouldn’t think of something like that p>
Arnold had three boys. When his first son was born, he’d been overjoyed, convinced it was a promising start. For his second, he had hoped for a daughter. However, it was another boy. Undeterred, he persuaded his wife to try one more time, only to welcome yet another son.
By then, his wife had firmly put her foot down, and he reluctantly agreed—three boys were enough chaos for any household.
He adored sweet, lovely girls and often fantasized about having one. Instead, his home resembled a wrestling ring, with his sons always tumbling around like a pack of unruly boars.
Watching Callum beam with pride over his daughter stirred a pang of envy in Arnold’s heart.
Still, it was hard to imagine someone like Callum, a billionaire, would wear such a simple smartwatch. And not even one made by Harris Group, no less.
But Arnold kept his thoughts to himself. If the boss liked it, that was all that mattered.
Yelena stepped into the design department and immediately noticed Tessa’s empty desk. The absence of Tessa’s sweet, cheerful face felt oddly unsettling.
𝗙𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 — 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖙 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐𝖼𝗈𝗺
Just as she was wondering where her colleague might be, Tessa emerged from Lynn’s office, her eyes red and puffy.
Yelena’s initial smile faltered as she approached to greet Tessa. Her steps slowed when she realized something was wrong. “Tessa, why are you crying?” she asked gently, concern lacing her tone.
Tessa looked up, startled by Yelena’s presence. For a moment, she felt so happy to see her friend, but the weight of her troubles dragged her back down.
Shaking her head, she muttered, “It’s nothing.” But as she turned around, her tears betrayed her.
They fell freely now, spurred on by the worry etched on Yelena’s face. Seeing someone care about her—really care—only made Tessa’s sadness harder to contain.
Yelena tried to stop Tessa and probe further, but before she could, Lynn stepped out of her office, her sharp gaze landing on them. “This is a workplace, not a social club,” she said icily. “If you want to chat, take it outside. Don’t waste company time p>
Yelena frowned but bit back a retort. Even though this was the Harris Group—her family’s company—she still had to be professional. If she didn’t follow the rules and set an example, others might follow suit, and chaos would ensue.
With a curt nod, she returned to her seat, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface.
Only then did Lynn retreat to her office, looking smugly satisfied. Moments later, Yelena noticed Tessa packing up her belongings. Her heart sank as Tessa headed for the door. Quickly, Yelena followed her.
“Tessa, wait!” she called out. “What’s going on? Are you leaving? Did you… resign p>
Tessa stopped and turned to face Yelena, her emotions warring behind her tired eyes. She wanted to explain, to share everything, but one look at Yelena made her hesitated. She knew Yelena was just another ordinary employee here, with no family backing her, likely under immense pressure already.