CHAPTER 93: BRUCE IS AN OVERBEARING PRESIDENT

Being disliked by Bruce, Horton instantly felt a sense of despair. "Bruce, I’m telling you the truth. If you need them, I have a few classical novels."

Bruce had turned around and left without looking back. Horton looked at the aloof back and shook his head, "You are stubborn."

Although you are reluctant to admit it, your body is very honest.

Horton smiled smugly, thinking of going back to his study to look through the books he had given Bruce again. What exactly are those books about?

Hilla followed Bruce to the company, but she insisted on driving on her own.

Just as Hilla entered the office, she was asked to go to the president’s office. James saw her and smiled warmly. He took her to the president’s office and said, "The president is in a meeting. Please wait for him inside."

Hilla looked at James suspiciously. Why did she feel like that Bruce and the people under him had changed after Christmas?

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome. Would you like something to drink?"

"Coffee."

Hilla stayed in the office and watched James leave after serving her a cup of coffee.

From beginning to end, he lowered his head and didn’t even look at her.

Hilla couldn’t help but touch her face. Was there acne on her face recently? Or was her skin too dry blown by the wind in the countryside? Why did James not even look at her?

Had she become much uglier?

Hilla stayed in Bruce’s office. She walked to the table and saw the planning map of River City’s new airport on the table.

The Design Department just sent it here. It was about the design and planning of the surrounding industries of the new airport. The Holt’s mansion was also included.

Hilla was stunned. After hesitating for a while, she couldn’t help but stretch out her hand and opened the design.

The first thing she saw was the magnificent appearance of the entire new airport. It was majestic, built on a mountain, and covered a vast area. It was worthy of being the world’s top airport. Hilla was shocked when she saw this picture.

She learned designing at the university. Her clothes were stunning and beautiful, but the buildings could shock and move people.

The waterfall of Mount Cloud was printed in the picture. The 3D effect drawing was more intuitive.

Hilla glanced at it and looked down unconsciously, finding the place that she was familiar with and imprinted in her bones.

No matter if it was on the map or what it was, she would always be able to find the Holt’s mansion at the first moment very accurately.

Hilla looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar commercial street. She was completely stunned.

The Holt’s mansion was in the planning scope of the new airport. If the Anderson family wanted to obtain this land, they would bid according to this design.

Hilla looked at the familiar home in a daze. It wasn’t her home. Did it mean that she couldn’t go back the moment she left?

Bruce came back after the meeting. The moment he entered the office, he saw Hilla sitting at the table, looking at the picture and crying.

This was the first time he had seen her cry so clearly. It was different from the last time when she cried and told him that she would never cry again.

Hilla was very quiet this time. The moment her tears fell, she quickly wiped them away. Then, she tidied up the things. When she looked up and saw Bruce at the door, she was surprised.

"I..."

"This is the blueprint of the new airport. The Design Department just sent it over. They want to use this blueprint to bid for the land."

Before she explained, Bruce first told her about the contents of the design. "I’ve seen this design. The Holt’s mansion is also in the plan." Therefore, the Holt’s mansion must be demolished. "Oh, I understand."

Hilla pursed her lips and stood to the side. Before Bruce could touch her, Hilla avoided him. "If there is nothing else, I will go to work."

"There is no one in your department right now. Sit down."

Bruce looked at her back and sighed slightly. Then he looked at the sofa opposite him.

There was untouched coffee on the tea table next to him. Hilla took a sip and couldn’t help frowning.

It was so bitter. The cold coffee tasted more bitter.

"However, this design has not been approved by the board of directors. The specific plan..."

"Can you not demolish the Holt’s mansion?"

Hilla said in a hurry, as if this was the only thing that allowed her to recover some of

her vigor.

Bruce didn’t respond and just stared at her quietly. Hilla pursed her lips and whispered, "If the Anderson Group can get this land, can you protect it for me? When we got married, your mother promised me that she would help me get the Holt’s mansion."

The Anderson family could not break their promise.

Bruce furrowed his brows. Seeing Hilla, he could no longer remain indifferent and said, "If the Anderson family can’t get the Holt’s mansion..."

"Then let’s get a divorce!"

Hilla raised her head. The expression in her eyes was clear and determined. Bruce’s dark eyes were cold and serious. His marriage with Hilla was not even comparable to the Holt’s mansion.

"Bruce, it was promised by the Anderson family beforehand. Your mother signed a contract with me. You can’t go back on your word!"

"Okay, I got it."

Bruce’s answer was indifferent that Hilla had never expected. It was not emotional nor fluctuating. It was so indifferent that it made her feel like she was being unreasonable.

Hilla pursed her lips. The emotions that she had been brewing suddenly been sealed. She began to doubt herself. What did Bruce mean by "I got it"?

Did he know that she was going to divorce? Or did he know that he had to help her take back the Holt’s mansion?

When Hilla was about to ask, Bruce was sitting in front of the table and started to work. It seemed that they had never talked about the topic.

Hilla thought that Bruce had asked her here because the company was too busy and she had to work early. She didn’t expect that in the end, she would sit in the office, doing nothing.

At last, she came up with an excuse to go to the toilet and sneak out of the office.

"What exactly did he mean? Why did he put on a face, saying nothing?

"Did I say anything wrong? No. That was what his mother said when we got married.

"I’m the daughter of the Holt family. I want to take back the Holt’s mansion. Am I wrong?"

Hilla couldn’t help but mutter to herself as she stood in the corner. In the end, she felt that it was Bruce’s fault. It must be that he didn’t understand her enough. This man had been lying in bed for too long and had been a fool.

Hilla bit her lips. Bruce didn’t understand her at all. She felt that there was a generation gap between them. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She was so angry that she kicked her legs out.

She didn’t expect that she kicked on the flower shelf. Immediately, the entire flower shelf was kicked down by her.

Hilla thought, "Damn it. I have to pay for it."

...

Hilla’s kick was fast and accurate, especially with a trace of resentment towards Bruce. She kicked especially forcefully.

The flower shelf was broken thoroughly and scattered. A few pots of flowers were smashed into pieces.

Hilla stood where she was and looked at James’s surprised look. She smiled in embarrassment and said, "It happened that this flower shelf seemed to be about to fall down."

She ended their lives in advance with such ’kindness’.

James stepped forward and said nervously, "This flower was just sent over after Christmas. Mr. Rudi ordered it. We didn’t have time to move it to his office yet."

Rudi didn’t come to the company, so the flower company placed the flower shelf in the office hall of the assistants.

However, they didn’t expect that it would be kicked down by Hilla today. Hilla frowned and said in a low voice, "It belonged to Rudi?"

It became a bit troublesome because she didn’t want to say a word to Rudi, but she kicked his flower shelf down, so she had to say sorry to him.

James nodded and whispered, "Mr. Rudi is not easy to get along with."

He was not easy to get along with. Moreover, she didn’t want to get along with him at all.

Hilla bit her lips and said, "Call the flower company and order an identical one. The money will be deducted from my salary."

"I’m afraid that it won’t work."

James shook his head. Hilla raised her eyebrows. "Why? Is his flower shelf unique?"

"The flower shelf is not, while the flower pots are. I heard that a few pots were specially made in Jultown. The patterns were drawn by him. And one pot was personally made by him."

Now, all the pots had been smashed to pieces and could not be repaired. How thoroughly they broke!

Hilla sighed and rolled her eyes with a frown. Normally, she wouldn’t have noticed that Rudi, a playboy, had this elegant interest.

He made a flower pot himself. How free he was!

James asked awkwardly, "How do we deal with this? I heard that two of the flowers were quite expensive. They were shipped over from abroad."

The more she listened, the more she felt that what she kicked down was not just a flower shelf, but also a golden lump.

She had been in the Anderson family for some time, but she had never seen Rudi plant flowers.

"What bad luck! Why did you put Rudi’s things in front of Bruce’s office? What is your purpose?"

James felt aggrieved at being wronged. He frowned and said, "You can’t blame me for this. This morning, the flower company placed it here. I planned to take this away after the president’s meeting, but I didn’t have the time to..." It was kicked down by you.

Hilla nodded. It seemed that she owed Rudi a favor...

"Mr. Anderson."

As soon as James raised his head, he saw Bruce coming out from the office and immediately lowered his head to look at his own feet.

He didn’t even look at Hilla. Mr. Anderson wouldn’t want to replace him, right? "What’s the matter?"

Looking at the mess on the ground, Bruce was calm and composed. Hilla felt a little guilty. She leaned forward and whispered, "I kicked down Rudi’s flower shelf. Two of the flowers were very expensive, and it seemed like they wouldn’t be able to live. A flower pot was personally made by Rudi, and it was also smashed by me."

Sure enough, when she was unlucky, a stretch of her feet would be able to cause an earth-shattering ’major event’.

Bruce’s gaze swept over them. James quickly said, "I will immediately get someone to clean up here."

James must not let Bruce feel that his business ability was low. Otherwise, if this went on, he would be sent back to his hometown by Bruce.

Bruce replied indifferently. After a while, he said lightly, "The rule is that the sundries are prohibited to be placed in the office. Since it is Rudi’s stuff, ask him to send someone to clean it up and issue a ticket."

James quickly nodded. "Yes, I will inform Mr. Rudi now."

After saying that, James didn’t dare to stay for a second longer. He entered the elevator without raising his head, being afraid that he might accidentally see Hilla again and be disliked by Bruce.

"Is it OK to deal with it like this?"

Hilla looked at Bruce. She kicked the flower shelf down. She hated Rudi, but the flower shelf was innocent.

She had broken so many valuable things. The Anderson family was rich, but she would feel distressed.

Bruce lowered his head and looked at her legs. He said lightly, "Are you hurt?"

"No."

"He hindered the staff from working and hurt innocent people. Mr. Rudi should study the staff rules."

What was he talking about? Why couldn’t she understand a single word?

"Since you’re injured, you can rest at home for the next few days. I’ll ask Rudi to apologize to you."

Hilla opened her eyes wide in surprise. Looking at the curious eyes of the people around, she muttered, "What’s wrong with you? I am now the assistant of the Anderson Group."

Bruce asked the vice president, Mr. Rudi, to apologize to her. Did he want everyone to know that they were at odds?

"Are you hungry?"

"No. I’m full from breakfast."

"The cake in the tea restaurant opposite is delicious. I’ll take you there to have a try."

Wait...

What’s wrong with him? Why did he suddenly bring her to eat the cake?

The moment Hilla’s hand was grabbed by Bruce, she could feel that the people around all looked at her in surprise. They were all shocked.

It was not until they got into the elevator that those people dared to take a deep breath.

Someone couldn’t help but say, "Am I seeing wrong? Mr. Anderson is with the assistant."

"I feel that after Christmas, I have gone blind. Did Mr. Anderson ask her if she was hungry? Is that our Mr. Anderson?"

"The most terrifying thing is that he asked Mr. Rudi to apologize to an assistant and even gave Mr. Rudi a fine. Although I know they don’t like each other, they fight for the inheritance."

"Sure enough, the woman of our president is higher than our vice president."

"Don’t say anymore. If the vice president knows about this, he will probably go crazy from anger."

"I’m just very curious. Does Mr. Anderson really love the assistant? Mr. Anderson treated her so well just now. ’Did you get hurt? It wasn’t that you kicked the flower shelf, but the flower shelf blocked your way.’"

Although Bruce didn’t say that, they understood what he meant.

Sure enough, Mr. Anderson, who was the overbearing president in their hearts, was

so imposing when he spoke to his woman. They loved him so much.

Seeing Mr. Anderson holding another woman’s hand, they were jealous suddenly.