Chapter 6： Signs of Man's Anger

"Get in the car!" Edwiin stopped beside the black car by the roadside and suddenly let Suzanne go out of his arms.

Suzanne, who was caught off guard, landed on both feet. She supported herself against the car subconsciously and only then did she steady herself. When she looked up, she saw the gloomy look on Edwiin's face.

Anyone could sense that the man was in a very bad mood!

Suzanne pursed her lips and didn't dare to say anything else. She fumbled to open the car door and bent down to get in.

"Put on your seatbelt." As soon as she sat firmly in the seat, Edwiin's cold voice came from above her head. Then, with a bang, the car door was slammed shut by Edwiin.

He circled around the front part of the car and sat in the driver's seat. Then, he started up the engine, turned on the gear, and stepped down on the throttle!

The man's movements were quick without any pause. Suzanne felt that the entire car was filled with a chill.

She glanced cautiously at the grim-faced man out of the corner of her eye, shifted slightly, and tentatively asked, "Edwiin, can we not go home first?"

The woman's long, shapely eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a weak voice came out of her lips, with a trace of pleading in it. "I don't want mom and dad to know that I have drunk lots of wine."

Although Suzanne was dizzy at the moment, she was still familiar with the scenery flying past the window. This is the way home.

"If you don't want them to know, don't drink too much." Edwiin glanced at her coldly. In addition to the anger in his dark eyes, there were some other emotions, which vaguely fell on her.

Being stared at like this, Suzanne felt creepy. She shut her mouth and didn't dare to utter another word.

Through her blurry vision, she saw that Edwiin's face was still grim. She could only purse her lips and turn to look out of the window at the beautiful scenery whizzing by.

Not long after, she fell asleep in the car.

Edwiin stared at her and thought for a while. Then he frowned again and stamped hard on throttle.

In the dark night, the black Maybach was like a cheetah ready to set off. Its speed was extremely fast, but it stopped for half a second at an intersection of a block and suddenly turned to another road.

……

The next day, at eight o'clock.

"Mr. Morrison, there is a meeting later that you must attend."

"Well, I know. Go and print out nine copies of the document and distribute them to every director. By the way, inform them that the meeting will be postponed for half an hour."

"Got it, Mr. Morrison. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Nothing else for the time being. You can leave now."

In the office on the top floor of the building, the secretary in a professional suit left the office respectfully. Edwiin stopped writing, picked up the phone on the left, and dialed a number.

After talking for a while, he hung up, closed his pen cap, neatly sorted out the documents on the table, and got up. But, he glanced at the door not far from the right, and there seemed to be warmth in his usual arrogant and indifferent eyes.

Not long after, he pursed his thin lips and strode out of the office.

"Joanne!" Edwiin stopped walking.

All the employees in the office area stopped when they heard the sudden low male voice. A slim and graceful figure flew through the room and walked up to Edwiin on her heels.

It was the secretary who had just left Mr. Morrison's office.

"Mr. Morrison."

"Well," Edwiin replied softly. His gaze swept over her and then toward the door behind her.

"Prepare a set of women's clothes and put them at the door of my lounge. The size is……"

At this point, he suddenly paused and raised his eyebrows. A dark red color appeared on his cheek and his hanging palm seemed to feel the residual warmth of Suzanne.

But he didn't know women's sizes and relevant things exactly. He narrowed his eyes and turned his head, looking at his secretary Joanne who was in shock.

"Did I hear something wrong? What did Mr. Morrison just say to me?"