CHAPTER 120: CHAPTER 120: YVETTE ASTON OFFICIALLY GAINS ENTRY

At lunchtime, Yvette Aston still hadn’t managed to write out her self-critique.

She didn’t know what she should be critiquing herself for.

A three thousand-word critique, and she had only written a hundred words.

And throughout the whole text, there was only one sentiment: "The boss says I’m wrong, so I’m wrong, but I don’t know where exactly I’m wrong."

"Mr. Grant, aren’t you going to eat?" Seeing Ethan Grant busy with work, Yvette Aston carefully pushed open the office door and asked a question.

Ethan Grant put down the material in his hand, raising his eyebrows.

Lilith Larson had managed to write a ’critique’ that satisfied him very quickly.

In the encrypted email was the pledge of allegiance from Lilith Larson.

She was someone Melody Crowe had arranged in the company ahead of time.

Involved in various departments.

Ethan Grant knew Lilith Larson had left herself a way out, and wouldn’t give him the complete list of personnel.

But this was enough.

The rest, he didn’t care.

Seeing as Yvette Aston had just arrived and already sent him a gift, Ethan Grant planned to let her off this time and take her to the restaurant for lunch.

But Yvette Aston’s phone inconveniently rang at that moment.

Yvette Aston stiffly stood up straight, ran to the side to answer the phone.

"What do you want to eat for lunch?" Henry Jennings hadn’t left Meridia and was planning to go to Solara with Yvette Aston.

Yvette Aston bit her lip and declined. "Our company has a restaurant."

"Three minutes, downstairs." Henry Jennings didn’t give Yvette Aston the chance to refuse.

"I’m not going." Yvette Aston gathered her courage to refuse.

"Are you sure? Dr. Quinn says Summer’s treatment plan needs my cooperation." Henry Jennings spoke in a deep voice.

Yvette Aston bit her lip harder, her lips turning white.

He knew how to threaten her with Summers.

"You can’t... you can’t be like this." Yvette Aston attempted to reason with Henry Jennings.

But Henry Jennings wasn’t a person who listened to reason.

"Get downstairs, don’t make me say it a third time." With that, Henry Jennings hung up.

Yvette Aston nervously looked back at Ethan Grant, stammering as she spoke. "Mr. Grant... can I... can I go eat?"

Ethan Grant stood at the office door, his face darkened as he suppressed his anger.

It wasn’t hard to guess who had called Yvette Aston.

Henry Jennings refused to go back to Montville or to Solara, just to stay and entangle Yvette Aston.

"Is the critique finished?" Ethan Grant asked in a deep voice.

Yvette Aston sensed Ethan Grant’s anger, unsure if she had done something wrong. "No... No."

"If it’s not done, you can’t finish work." Ethan Grant walked over to Yvette Aston’s small desk to take a look. On the A4 paper on the desk were a few words that seemed stubbornly to tell him: I’m not wrong!

"Two hours, and you wrote only this?" Ethan Grant frowned, clearly displeased, but his gaze was drawn to Yvette Aston’s handwriting.

Her writing was delicate yet forceful, stunningly beautiful.

Yvette Aston nervously lowered her head, grasping her fingers hard.

Had she displeased Ethan Grant again?

This person’s temperament was a bit hard to catch, somewhat unpredictable.

"Yvette Aston, your work efficiency is too low!" Christopher Carter quickly stood to help Ethan Grant criticize her.

How could only this much be written in two hours...

Christopher Carter glanced at the paper on the desk; the handwritten critique by Yvette Aston boasted hundreds of words—leaving aside the content, the writing was truly beautiful, even better than the handwriting in practice books. "Yvette, your handwriting is really nice."

"I... I just..." Yvette Aston didn’t know how to respond.

"No wonder she was the provincial top scorer; just seeing this handwriting, the marking teachers wouldn’t bear to deduct points." Christopher Carter praised with a smile.

Yvette Aston paused for a moment, lowering her head, feeling a prick in her heart.

She once... was a bright pearl standing high above.

When she went to jail and was expelled by the university, her high school homeroom teacher visited her, saying "what a pity" three times.

Yvette Aston was a rare genius; had her life not been ruined, the height she would have achieved could have been beyond the reach of many.

Ethan Grant’s eyes darkened for a moment, shooting Christopher Carter a glare.

If you don’t know how to talk, shut your mouth. Why so many words? "Move her desk inside; I don’t keep idlers around me!"

Ethan Grant truly spoke the coldest words while doing something that shocked Christopher Carter.

He worked as Ethan Grant’s special assistant for so many years and never managed to get into the CEO’s office.

How come Yvette Aston’s small desk could enter the grand room!

Such differential treatment.

"What do you want for lunch, let Christopher Carter go buy it for you; he lost a bet and said he’d run errands for you for three months." Ethan Grant raised his eyebrows, speaking again. "No finishing work! Overtime to write the critique!"

Christopher Carter was intimidated by Ethan Grant; this was clearly exploiting the staff.

Why can’t the critique be written later; moreover, Yvette Aston hasn’t done anything wrong. "Mr. Grant, why not write after work; I’ll take her to have something to eat."

Christopher Carter, lacking insight, intended to snatch Yvette Aston from Ethan Grant.

"Buy it back and it’ll be cold; I’ll just take her myself. The chefs in the upper-level dining area are all five-star; we’ll share your grace." Christopher Carter winked at Yvette Aston, preparing to help her escape Ethan Grant’s clutches.

Yvette Aston felt a bit of anticipation, her eyes brightened as she nodded.

She had heard before that the executives’ meals at the company were custom-made by top chefs, assistants could share a meal.

Ethan Grant’s face darkened, taking a deep breath.

It was rare to see Yvette Aston’s eyes show an expectant expression, and he didn’t reject it.

Yvette Aston picked up her phone, following Christopher Carter, then stopped and turned back, carefully and timidly asking a question. "Mr. Grant... I have a friend; can they join us at the restaurant?"

Ethan Grant couldn’t hold it in any longer.

"As you wish!" But not wanting to seem too petty, Mr. Grant slammed the door of the office shut with a bang.

"..." Christopher Carter scratched his head. "Mr. Grant went through trouble today, didn’t eat much and was forced to purge by the doctor, so it’s unavoidable that he’s in a bad mood. We’ll eat our meal."

"Mr. Grant... is his mood always this unpredictable?" Yvette Aston asked softly.

She needed to ask Christopher Carter more to understand Ethan Grant.

"This is nothing; you haven’t seen him really get angry or lose his temper. Usually, Mr. Grant is gentle and polite, but that’s when you don’t touch his sore point, better not see that day, and if you do, stay away, he is capable of devouring people." Christopher Carter said quietly.

Yvette Aston gave an ’oh’, nodded, and followed Christopher Carter, sending a message to Henry Jennings. "I want to eat the staff meal and work overtime, in the second-floor restaurant of the company. Want to come eat together? I heard it’s pretty good."

Yvette Aston wasn’t planning to give Henry Jennings a chance to meet alone.

...

Downstairs, in the car.

Seeing that threats didn’t work, Henry Jennings gritted his teeth in anger.

Alright!

More overtime! A CEO’s life assistant always working overtime?

Ethan Grant was obviously making things difficult for Yvette Aston!

Making him, the Apex CEO, go to Ethan Grant’s restaurant to eat staff meals?

Yvette Aston was really something! Even if you beat him to death, he wouldn’t go.

"President Jennings, isn’t that Jayden Grant? Weren’t you helping him contact Scott Aldridge, and didn’t he and Melody Crowe go to Solara ahead of schedule?" Ben Ziegler saw Jayden Grant entering the company and asked in surprise.

Henry Jennings frowned, getting out of the car with a stern expression.

"President Jennings, where are you going?" Ben Ziegler asked nervously.

"Going to crash Ethan Grant’s staff meal!" Henry Jennings said through gritted teeth.

Jayden Grant returned at this time, it must have been straight from the airport to the company.

What could make him rush back like this, ignoring the Solara project collaboration, what else could it be?