He had kept telling himself that she did not deserve himself, but he was still upset once he knew that he was marrying another man.
It felt as if something was stuck on his chest, suffocating him.
“Mr. Althoff…”
Kathy had just entered his office without knocking, but Diarmuid was already furious, and immediately snapped, “Get out!”
Startled, Kathy promptly closed the door–her heart was racing, because it was the first time. she had seen him being that furious. Deciding that she should not try her luck just then, she turned to leave when Stan rushed toward Diarmuid’s office.
When he saw her, he asked, “Did you make Mr. Althoff upset?”
Diarmuid had just called him–he sounded like he was ready to kill.
Kathy shook her head. “I was bringing a proposal, and he chased me out before I could What’s wrong with him?”
get in.
“How should I know?” Stan snorted–he was almost scared witless from Diarmuid’s call.
Taking a deep breath, he entered Diarmuid’s office with a smile, asking gingerly, “Mr. Althoff?”
“Harass Harvey Gooding,” Diarmuid growled, heaving as he took off his necktie, threw it on his desk, and freed his collar. “I don’t care what you do—just make sure he’s not having a good time.”
‘Did Harvey upset him again?‘ Stan thought.
“He would have smartened up after we did it to him twice. We probably can’t do anything to his company now…‘
Diarmuid looked up, his eyes flashing like a dagger. “You’re really getting incompetent, aren’t you? If you can’t harass him at work, then find some other way!”
Stan nodded. “Understood.”
“Now get it done!” Diarmuid bellowed.
He had never been this irritated–it was almost killing him!
His collar was clearly free, and he even took off two more buttons, but he somehow felt like he was still suffocating!
He had never suffered so much over anything, but Abigail left him a mess repeatedly, and he even stopped acting like himself.
He hated himself being like that!
Why did he have to get in a bad mood over that woman, who seemed not to have a conscience?!
Did she deserve it?! Certainly not!
He worked hard to breathe, attempting to calm himself.
Stan had to pat himself on the chest after he left Diarmuid’s office, having no idea what had gotten his goat.
Did Harvey somehow upset him again?
“What’s wrong, Mr. Hill?” Kathy asked—she had been waiting there for him, intent on finding out why Diarmuid was upset.
Even if Kathy appeared to be special to Diarmuid, Stan could not help frowning each time he heard her referring to him by his first name.
Did she think she could lord over everyone already, saying Diarmuid’s name like that at the office?
For some reason, he could not bring himself to like her.
“He’s always like that,” he flatly replied, and strode away.
Kathy, however, gave chase, “Don’t go, Mr. Hill. Do you think he’d still be upset if I went in now?”
“You can try.” Stan smiled–he knew that Diarmuid was still furious, and anyone who went in would be bringing trouble on themselves.
Still, Kathy was not that stupid. “I think I’ll wait… I’d just be getting into trouble if I went in now.”
Stan snorted. “Smart.”
“I just don’t want Diarmuid to be angry.” She strode off.
Diarmuid, however, was in a bad mood for the entire day since Harvey showed up!
He could not focus at work, even making mistakes until he finally decided he was too distracted to work, and left early, canceling all appointments for the day as he returned to his mansion.
The place was just the same–Mrs. Watson prepared his favorite food.
It was just that Abigail was no longer there.
She was just one person and she had not even been there for a couple years, but Diarmuid had grown used to her presence and felt as if he lost so much.
He found that laughable.
“Mr. Althoff…” Mrs. Watson greeted him gingerly–his temper had been terrible ever since Abigail left, and she was constantly on her toes.
“What is it?” Diarmuid growled, taking off his jacket and taking a seat on the couch.
Rubbing between his brows, he added, “Give me a glass of water.”
Mrs. Watson did, holding it up with both hands.
Issac had a couple sips, and when he finally put it down, Mrs. Watson asked, “What about the painting upstairs, sir?”
Abigail’s possessions had been cleared away, leaving just the painting.
Diarmuid’s expression changed when he remembered it, but he quickly hid it. “Cover it.”
“Yes, Mr. Althoff.”
“No, nevermind,” Diarmuid growled, suddenly rising to his feet. “I’ll deal with it myself.”
With that, he headed upstairs, though he was standing before it instead of covering it.
He must admit that K was a good artist–they had given life to Abigail in that portrait.
He studied the person in the painting for a long while, as if she was right before him.
Time flew, and it was soon Friday.
Abigail was busy with Bernstein Holdings while taking drills.
However, Samantha had spoiled Ricky too much and his grades were terrible, so Abigail had to keep an eye on him so that he studied properly as well. He still stood a chance at the moment!
She was entirely focused at work to protect what Lionel passed down to them, and hand over Bernstein Holdings when he could stand on his own.
She would not let Lionel down.
Abigail was driving Ricky home in the evening when they got a call, and Abigail turned the car around.
“What’s wrong?” Ricky asked when they arrived.
“One of our clients returned the last batch of goods we delivered,” a logistics supervisor answered.
“Is there a problem with the goods?” Abigail asked.
“No, there isn’t.”
Ricky lost his calm and asked rather loudly, “Then why are they returning the goods?”
The supervisor appeared fidgeting but did not answer.
Seeing that, Abigail said mildly, “You can tell us. We can’t solve the issue if you don’t.” “Word has it that Diarmuid Althoff was involved.”
“Diarmuid Althoff?” Ricky became indignant. “Isn’t he your husband, Abigail? He even sent his assistant to help you, but he’s suddenly harassing you?”
“That are you talking about, Ricky?” The supervisor appeared surprised. “He’s not married, let alone to your sister…”
After all, Abigail and Diarmuid’s marriage was not publicly known, and not many people knew about it. Less important people like the logistics supervisor here were certainly not privy.
Abigail smiled. “Ricky just got a little drunk. Don’t listen to him.”
With that, she started dragging Ricky to her office while telling the supervisor to leave work for now. “We will come up with something tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay.” The supervisor thought nothing of it, presuming that Ricky was really drunk. “Abigail.” Ricky frowned. “Why are you dragging me? And you did marry Diarmuid—”
“Ricky.” Abigail cut him short. “We’re divorced, so don’t ever mention that to anyone.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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