Dotes On His Wife

The next morning, Coyle didn't leave for work at 6 am as always; instead, he was still asleep at 6 am, and this got Hazel worried.

She brought her face closer to him to see if he was okay or if he had a fever. "Do I get a good morning kiss this morning?” Coyle muttered, and her eyes widened in shock. She was about to step back when his hand wrapped around her neck and he pulled her closer.

“Where is my kiss?” he questioned, and she swallowed the lump in her throat. Coyle kissed her, and this time she was sensitive enough to close her eyes.

His hand moved to her waist as he deepened the kiss when Hazel quickly stood up. “I will hurriedly make breakfast.” Then she dashed off, and Coyle chuckled before his gaze moved to the clock. He was awake an hour ago but had to stay more on bed so Hazel wouldn’t go make him breakfast at 5am as always.

After breakfast, Coyle headed to the office, and Jude was shocked to find him come in at this hour.

“Sir, did something happen?” Jude asked, and Coyle shook his head.

“I had breakfast with my wife; do I have to show up at work very early like a lonely man?” Coyle snorted and Jude stared at him in disbelief.

"But I show up early, and I am not lonely; I have a girlfriend.”

“Does your girlfriend make breakfast for you at 5am?” Coyle snorted, and Jude sighed heavily; his girlfriend even hardly had time to have a meal with him, talk less about making him breakfast.

“Well, can I start the presentation?” Jude asked, and Coyle nodded as he went ahead to talk about some companies they invested in and how they were operating right now.

“Mr. Jones seems to be working in a shady manner; I don't think we will get the profit he assured us of," Jude added, and Coyle nodded.

“It’s business; everyone has to keep their end of the deal,” Coyle replied, and Jude understood. His phone chimed a new message before he read it.

“Mr. Anderson, the members of TradTech are at the conference hall.” 

Coyle stood up as they both found their way to the conference room. Mr. Sim was present with some team members and also got very happy and anxious that Coyle had to meet with him.

“Good day, Mr. Anderson; it’s an honor....”

“Just go to the point." Coyle sat at the edge, and Mr. Sim nodded and let the head of the development team explain the project clearly to Coyle.

Apparently, they wanted to build a system that will pick out information about anyone in the world who had ever been connected to the internet or from any connected device once it is a maximum of twenty meters away from it.

“We plan to sell this device in limited numbers to higher-ups and also get them to pay a yearly subscription to update the system; the money we will get after it’s launched will be uncountable.”

Coyle frowned. “Uncountable isn't a price,” he commented, and Mr. Sim could feel sweat form on his forehead.

“I have to admit the technology is good, but not the business part,” Coyle said while in deep thought.

“Mr. Sim,” Coyle called, and Mr. Sim quickly stood on his feet.

“Renew your team, take out the traitors…i mean the ones you consider childhood friends,” Coyle explained. He had done his personal research about Tradtech and discovered Mr. Sim University friends weren't good people; their plan was to ruin him and own up everything he worked hard for.

Mr. Sim stared at the men he walked in with, and they all looked embarrassed. "Thanks, Mr. Anderson, I will do that." Mr. Sim knew Coyle wouldn't just say that out of the blue.

“I don't want to invest in Tradtech." Coyle blurted, and this left even Jude shocked. This was such good business, so why wouldn't he?

“I understand. Anderson Group has never invested in technology." Mr. Sim understood this must be the reason.

“I am extending a partnership; you take care of the development, and I take care of the money. Fifty-fifty,” Coyle added, and they all stared at him in disbelief.

Mr. Sim felt like he was on top of the world and wondered if he heard him right. “You should show up at the company anniversary; we could sign the contract there. Until then, let news about this not go out.”

It was around 5:30 pm when Hazel arrived at the mall to get a cake and also wine before going to her parents' place. She had already picked out the perfect cake and was now looking through the wine stellar when she felt some weird gazes on her.

Her gaze moved to the left, and she spotted two girls staring at her; one was Arthur’s daughter, Audrey, and the other was an unfamiliar lady.

Hazel smiled at them before they approached her. Audrey scanned at her body and snorted before Audrey turned to her cousin, Sommer.

“This is the lady Coyle is married to.”

A frown formed on Sommer’s lips; she has always known to be the lady who will marry Coyle Anderson, so she was shocked to find out that he got married to a lady when she returned to the country yesterday.

“Why did Coyle have to marry you? Do you have something against him?” Sommer questioned Hazel, who sighed heavily.

“Hello to you too,” she smiled at Audrey, who saw this as a mockery. 

“You must feel on top of the world right now, huh?” Audrey snorted, and Hazel turned to leave when Sommer blocked her path.

Audrey was fast to pull Sommer back towards her before she whispered, “Coyle dotes so much on his wife; hurting her will only backfire on you.”

Seeing this as an opportunity, Hazel hurried past them and paid for the wine before she met with the driver outside, got into the car, and he drove out.

Audrey and Sommer watch her leave as Sommer stomped her foot on the ground angrily. “Coyle is so unfair; how could he get married? And to a lady like that.”

“Don’t bother; remember, you are the closest friend to Coyle, right? You could still separate them and take your place in his life,” Audrey assured her, and Sommer nodded; of course she could do that.