Todos los capítulos de Abigail's Absent Husband Is A CEO: Capítulo 1691 - Capítulo 1700

Joyce said, "Come on, Libre, let's go meet the boss. Our boss, Mr. Hagrid, is quite the young gun. He might seem a bit tough to crack at first glance, but he's golden-hearted, and always treats us right."Emma found herself at a loss for words, uncertain how to respond to Joyce's introduction.As they stepped out of the director's office, they barely had to take a few strides before finding themselves at the boss's door.Joyce rapped on the door, announcing their presence. "Mr. Hagrid, Libre is here."As Emma lifted her gaze, she was instantly struck by a familiar and imposing figure.The Hagrid surname was common enough, but Emma had never in her wildest dreams imagined that the head of a gaming company would be Ron.Ron's eyes met hers. "It's you? You're Libre?"Emma nodded, her voice a whisper. "Hello, Mr. Hagrid."Joyce, catching the exchange, could not help but interject. "You two know each other?"It was not surprising to her that both had attended Valtara University and

Emma's words ignited a fire in Regina. "Listen here, Emma." She warned sharply. "If you don't wise up and get your act together, you can forget about ever seeing Rihanna again."Emma shot back with equal ferocity. "And you'd better remember this: if anything happens to Rihanna, don't think for a second you'll get any favors from me or the Hagrid family."Regina let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Oh, Emma, you think you've got wings to fly now, throwing threats at me? I'll give you one more month. If I don't hear good news about you and Ron, I'm sending Rihanna abroad, and you'll never be able to find her again."With that, Regina ended the call. Emma tried to video call back, but the screen flashed and disconnected. A subsequent call attempt revealed the phone was turned off.Worry bleached the color from Emma's face. "What am I going to do? If Rihanna's really sent abroad, how'll she manage alone?"Out of the silence, Ron's calm and steady voice reached her. "You look troubled." He

Ron replied curtly, "I'm busy."With a sense of urgency in his voice, Jake said through the phone, "Your grandpa knows about Emma working at the cafe. We need to handle this situation promptly, or the consequences will be dire."Ron's expression turned icy. "Who told you Emma was working at the cafe?"Jake said, "Your grandpa just received some photos. He didn't say who sent them, and I don't know either."Ron ended the call and glared at the man across from him. "You've got some nerve, betraying me right to my face."The man, unfazed, responded, "Ron, I'm doing this for your sake, for Emma's sake. If I don't intervene now, Emma's part-time job could be twisted against her, and once it reaches your grandpa, you and Emma would be facing a dead end."Ron understood all too well the logic behind those words, yet he did not see Emma's part-time job as something to be ashamed of. "Emma.""Sir, how can I assist you?" Emma hurried over to ask.Ron commanded. "Get out of that uniform a

Philip nodded in satisfaction before his gaze shifted to Ron, his eyes hardening instantly. "Emma is your fiancée, and you've let her suffer out there without proper care. You need to take a hard look at yourself."Ron leaned back in his chair, casually crossing his legs with a nonchalance that bordered on defiance. "Grandpa, don't you ever get tired?"Philip shot back. "If any of you young ones had half Gary's capability, I wouldn't be this worn out."Mention of his deceased brother cast a shadow over Ron's expression, silencing him.Philip said, "Tonight, you two will stay home and have dinner with me."Emma replied, "Okay.""I've got other plans; I'm busy." Ron stood up, glancing at Emma. "Weren't we supposed to have a date tonight? Are you planning to stand me up?"Emma found herself at a loss, her thoughts racing. 'When did I ever agree to a date with him?'Hearing about their supposed date, Philip seemed pleased. "Well, in that case, you two go ahead with your plans. Come

Tucker passed an A4 sheet to Emma. "Take a look at this." Emma took it, listening as Tucker added, "A TV series wants me as their music director. Here are some lyrics; try setting them to music."Glancing down, Emma saw a few lines without context, leaving her uncertain of the intended emotion. "Which series is it?""It's still in post-production; I haven't seen the footage yet. But it's adapted from a novel; you might want to check out the book if you have time."Emma nodded. "Sure."Stepping out of Tucker's studio, Emma looked up at the sky.Valtara was deep into winter, the cold wind cutting her face like a knife. The weather forecast had predicted heavy snow tonight, and it seemed to be on the verge of starting.Emma quickened her pace toward the subway station, planning to catch the train back to campus. But she had barely taken a few steps when she heard Cassie's voice."Emma, what are you doing here?"Turning around, Emma saw it was indeed Cassie. "I came for a job inter