Hearing the barrage of questions, the director wiped away his sweat, unsure which one to answer first. "…She's on a business trip."
WHOOSH—
The temperature in the room plummeted. Leona Grant scoffed, unleashing a bone-chilling aura.
Leona Grant pressed his lips together and shut his eyes for a moment. His detached voice was laced with fury. "Where is this business trip? And for how long?"
A maid brought over some tea. Leona Grant took a cup and had a sip, but he couldn't quell the rage simmering within him.
'Damn it. She's going on a business trip, and I, her husband, am the last to find out.'
'Annabelle Linton, you've got some nerve!'
"Uh…" The director swallowed hard and stammered, "A business trip to Nordmark… for about three months…"
PFFT—
Leona Grant couldn't help himself. The tea he had just taken a sip of went flying, spraying directly onto Roxanne Jennings, who was sitting across from him.
"Leona Grant!" Roxanne Jennings's expression turned thunderous.
