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Chapter 368:
Davin let out a sigh tinged with frustration. “Alright, everyone, let’s get back to the meeting p>
“Davin, be honest. Is Mr. Stewart always leaving work early to be with his wife?” Delmor Molina, the marketing department manager, piped up.
This wasn’t the first time it had happened, yet the senior executives at the Stewart Group were still caught off guard.
Before marrying Amelia, Wyatt was a relentless workaholic. The Stewart Group building’s lights rarely dimmed before ten in the evening, not because employees loved overtime but because no one dared leave while Wyatt was still working.
However, since Wyatt married Amelia, late nights at the office had become rare. For that, the Stewart Group’s staff felt a deep gratitude toward Amelia.
Delmor, a recent college graduate and Davin’s fellow alumnus, had been handpicked for his role. He was close to Davin.
Davin shot him an annoyed glance. “You already know the answer. Why ask p>
ѕ𝘁𝗼𝘳𝗂еѕ 𝗒оu 𝘄o𝗇’𝘵 p𝘶𝗍 𝖽ow𝗻 𝗈𝗻 𝗀аlո𝗈𝗏е𝗹ѕ.𝗰𝗈m
“Mrs. Stewart is truly a wonderful person. I hope she and Mr. Stewart have a long, happy life together,” Delmor said earnestly, putting his hands together as if he were praying.
His gesture drew chuckles from the room.
Davin gave Delmor an amused look but froze when he noticed Wyatt, who had just left, returning.
Wyatt had come back for his car keys, which Davin usually kept since he arranged things with the driver.
Seeing Wyatt, Davin frantically winked at Delmor to make him stop talking.
Delmor caught Davin’s relentless winking but missed its intent, chuckling instead. “Davin, what’s with the winks? I’m straight, you know. Even though you look good, I won’t—Mr. Stewart p>
He glanced over as Davin moved toward the door, freezing when he saw Wyatt standing there.
“Give me the car keys,” Wyatt said to Davin.
“Shall I arrange a driver for you?” Davin asked.
Wyatt shook his head, and Davin quickly fished the keys from his pocket. Wyatt grabbed them and started to leave but paused at the door, turning back to Delmor with a faint, amused look.
Delmor’s heart sank. He was certain he was about to lose his job.
How had he messed up this badly?
Internally, Delmor was screaming in panic, but he kept a cool exterior until Wyatt spoke. “I accept your good wishes. I will approve the marketing department’s expansion p>
No one caught the subtle curve of Wyatt’s lips as he left.
Delmor bolted to the door, watching Wyatt step into the elevator before shutting it.
Ignoring the others, he playfully grabbed Davin’s shoulder. “Why didn’t you warn me Mr. Stewart was here just now p>
Shrugging off Delmor’s grip, Davin replied irritably, “I signaled you with my eyes p>
“How was I supposed to understand that?” Delmor exclaimed.
“It’s not my fault that you can’t understand my signal,” Davin said.
Leaving the Stewart Group, Wyatt drove toward the Davis Group but pulled over near an intersection. He quickly got out of the car.
Pushing through the glass door of a cake shop, he was greeted by an excited voice. “Mr. Stewart, what brings you here today p>
Joanna Briggs hadn’t forgotten the five-thousand-dollar tip Wyatt had left last time — more than her monthly pay.
Seeing Joanna, Wyatt recalled what had happened on Amelia’s birthday. With a nod, he said, “I would like pastries for all of the Davis Group’s employees. Can you deliver p>
“Absolutely, we handle deliveries,” Joanna replied eagerly as soon as he finished speaking.
A big order like this meant a hefty commission for her. Her shop, part of a chain, funneled large orders through headquarters, but she would pocket the commission.
After Wyatt paid for the pastries, he chose a small, elegant cake for Amelia.
When he tried to pay for it, Joanna waved it off. “Mr. Stewart, the commission from your order is plenty. Take this cake as my thanks. And this is for Mrs p>
“Stewart, too p>
She handed him a cute toy from a nearby shelf.
Wyatt, knowing Amelia would like this, accepted it.
After thanking her, he left with the cake and the toy.