Chapter 674 Mr. Windsor's Predilection for Women
Realization dawned on the clever Mr. Windsor, "Because of the hanging chair at home?"
Ever since Oliver and her had used the hanging chair in the master bedroom several times, Natalie had not sat in it to read again, since.
Natalie glared at him, her look saying, ‘If you’ve guessed it, just keep it to yourself! Are you proud of yourself now?’
Oliver smiled meaningfully, “Natalie, as long as I want, do you think there’s any difference between the hanging chair and the beanbag?”
The two of them went about their individual tasks without disturbing each other.
The manager from the marketing department arrived with a report and was shocked to see a woman sitting in the CEO’s office. With her back to the door and facing the window, she nestled in the fabric beanbag chair, which was starkly out of place.
She held a book in her left hand and in her right was a delicate pastry shaped like a flower, nibbling away. He also noticed she was wearing a Bluetooth earpiece, so his entrance hadn't disturbed her.
But that wasn't the main point. The point was there was a woman? In Mr. Windsor's office, eating and reading at the same time?
Since marrying the former Mrs. Windsor, Natalie, no one had seen Mr. Windsor show any interest in other women. Even though after their divorce, more women offered themselves to him and many prestigious families wanted to connect with Oliver through marriage. But all these people and their intentions were pointless.
Mr. Windsor acted like an emotionless work machine. But that wasn't exactly true; emotions were there, just not for the wrong people.
The marketing manager suddenly remembered the buzzing rumors circulating in the company today. It was said that Mr. Windsor's secretary, Kensington, had brought someone up using the president's private elevator. Now, seeing the woman's silhouette, her demeanor exuded the poise of a distinguished young lady.
The marketing manager dared not look further, pretending to see nothing, and reported to Oliver, "Mr. Windsor, this quarter..."
"Shh!" Oliver gestured for silence, his voice trailing off with a cool edge.
The marketing manager was at a loss, "huh…?"
"Just leave the materials here. I'll look them over myself." The unspoken message from Oliver was clear and the manager was dismissed.
A question mark metaphorically hovered over the manager's head. Wasn't this the moment when he should be nervously reporting, only to possibly be caught by Mr. Windsor's glare over an ill-chosen word or an unanswered question, wishing he could vanish on the spot?
Why was he being let go so easily? He couldn't believe his luck.
"Do you need me to invite you to stay for dinner?" Oliver lifted his eyes indifferently. His voice was quieter, significantly softer than his usual interactions with subordinates.
Before Oliver could finish speaking, the woman beside the bed reading a book with headphones took them off, turned her head, and said, "Oliver, do you know that Lilian has a boyfriend..."
Her voice nearly choked on the last two words.
Natalie was wearing noise-canceling headphones and had been so engrossed in her book that she hadn't noticed anyone entering the room. Now she was face to face with a middle-aged man in a suit.
The man wore an employee badge around his neck. Too far to read the inscription, Natalie could at least be sure this person was an RK Group employee, not one of Oliver's business partners.
"The former... president's wife…" The marketing manager stumbled over his words, realizing the woman before him was divorced from their boss and wondered if he should preface the title with "former."
There was an awkward pause. Then, just an awkward smile directed at him.
Oliver glanced at the marketing manager. “You can go now. I’ll contact you if there’s any issue.”
Relieved, as if granted a pardon, the marketing manager swiftly made his exit. He thought he had stumbled upon a sensational secret! Mr. Windsor was not only entangled with Ms. Foster but still had lingering ties with his ex-wife!
Outside the executive suite, rumors were flying about Natalie visiting the company to see Oliver. People were spinning it into a love triangle. There was even speculation about the advantages Natalie and Ms. Foster each had, and who was more likely to come out on top.
"Oliver, didn't you say no one was going to come by this afternoon?" Once the subordinate left, Natalie's smile vanished instantly, and she asked with a hint of irritation.
Oliver glanced at her and started reading a report that had just been delivered, saying nonchalantly, "I thought we'd be alone." Realizing that his comment might have come across as insincere, he quickly added, "This report was supposed to be due tomorrow. I blame their overzealous work ethic."
‘Can you believe what he's saying? Blaming the staff for being too proactive?! Some bosses really would do anything to pass the blame, shamelessly at that.’ She criticized, silently.
"What, are you worried about people talking, if they see you here? Concerned they'll gossip about us?" Oliver asked with feigned indifference.
"It's not that. I'm worried people will say I'm... that I'm distracting you from work, that you're not doing your job properly." Calling her to the office to read, wasn't that just making work out of nothing?
Natalie was expecting Oliver to say something like "I can still work just fine with you here."
Instead, Oliver said, "The truth is, as you can see."
Natalie was speechless.
Oliver gave her an example, "In the past, that manager would have been here reporting to me for ten minutes."
"Oliver!" Natalie was incredulous. How on earth did it become her problem?
Oliver, who enjoyed watching Natalie get all worked up like a fluffy, agitated kitten, finally said, "It's only because you're here that it's different. Otherwise, people like that wouldn't even get through this door."
Natalie was blindsided by Oliver's unexpected, sweet talk. After a moment of internal struggle, she decided to concede, thinking to herself that she'd take the blame this once.
"By the way, I wanted to ask, do you know about Lilian dating?" Natalie mentioned to Oliver what she witnessed at the mall.
There was a man with Lilian, arm in arm. She didn't disclose that she saw them kiss, only mentioning their close behavior. She thought it was best to protect Lilian's privacy in front of her cousin.
Oliver paused for a second before responding, "Yeah, I know." He wondered to himself why Natalie was so calm upon learning about Lilian and Lucas.
"Do you know who that guy is?" Natalie inquired. "The angle I was standing at today wasn't great, I only caught a glimpse of his back. Is this man trustworthy? Some of these young guys nowadays are awfully slick. Lilian is beautiful and naive, not to mention her family's well off. I'm worried she might get duped."
Oliver hadn't expected that Natalie would almost catch on to Lucas and Lilian's situation so quickly. He was fortunate that she hadn't seen Lucas's face.
"I don't know," Oliver said coolly. "It's not like we're the ones being deceived."
Some people are masters of deception, lying as naturally as if they were just taking a drink of water. Like Oliver, who managed to show no sign of lying.
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