Chapter 109 A Revelation Unveiled
"You've taken responsibility for every lavatory on this floor," Charles declared, his tone laced with irritation. He made a decision with a casual air, "If they're not cleaned, it will be reflected in your paycheck."Mark found himself unable to muster a laugh. "Boss..." he began, his voice trailing off. It seemed unjust to him that he should be penalized for speaking the truth. His conviction was unwavering."Refusing to comply?" Charles posed the question with a hint of a smirk playing on his lips."Absolutely not," Mark responded, teetering on the brink of tears. He managed to maintain his dignity behind a strained smile, "The generous salary of a special assistant makes it worthwhile.""So, you won't leave?" Charles casually lobbed a message in his direction, "Stay put. I'll bring you the cleaning supplies."Tears welled up in Mark's eyes, threatening to spill over. He pulled out his mobile phone and began to vent his frustrations to himself: [Our boss is a miser. I simply told the truth, and now I'm reduced to scrubbing toilets.]Upcoming Migrant Worker: [Consider it a reward.] Upcoming Part-Time Workers: [There's honor in earning a high salary while performing tasks that mend hearts.]Mark: [???]Mark: [Why did you change your Whatsapp name?]Mark: [How does cleaning toilets mend hearts?]Upcoming Workers: [My Whatsapp name reflects my current job status.]Upcoming Workers: [You'll have to figure it out on your own.]Mark was left perplexed, unable to comprehend their reasoning. It seemed to him that the boss was merely exploiting his position to get tasks done. Despite his reluctance, he dutifully set about cleaning the toilets. His colleagues watched his efforts with a mixture of horror and disbelief. It was apparent to them all: the boss was in a foul mood again.Time passed swiftly. Mark had finished cleaning all the toilets on the first floor and was ready to retrieve the paperwork, only to discover that the boss hadn't signed a single document."Boss?" Mark ventured, emboldened by the punishment he had already endured, "Didn't you say you would sign these after work? Why haven't you signed them yet?"Charles remained in his chair, his gaze unwavering from the computer screen, "Work isn't over yet."Mark fell silent. He wanted to voice his thoughts, but he noticed that the documents next to the boss had been untouched since the afternoon. What could the boss have been doing all this while?Suddenly, curiosity got the better of him. He noticed that the boss was engrossed in the screen, seemingly lost in thought. Quietly, he moved closer. What he saw next left him flabbergasted. The search box on the screen read: #A way to delay the divorce#Mark blinked in disbelief, "Boss, you..."Before he could finish his sentence, he felt the temperature in the room drop. The icy stare from his boss was enough to freeze him in his tracks. Why did he have to see this?"Did you see?" Charles' voice was dangerously low."No, I didn't see anything," Mark quickly asserted. He had learned that in the adult world, knowledge could be a dangerous thing, "I didn't see anything at all.""If you can't even see such large text, your eyes are useless," Charles retorted, his words cryptic, "Report to the finance department tomorrow to process your resignation."Mark froze. Should he admit to seeing it or not? He was in a bind."I'm just joking. I did see it," he finally blurted out, unable to bear the suspense.Charles' gaze bore into him, "You dare to pry into company secrets. You're fired."Mark was taken aback. Was he supposed to see it or not? He was in a quandary."Whether you saw it or not doesn't matter if you can't fix it," Charles finally broke his silence, his deep voice echoing ominously, "If it can't be resolved, the outcome remains the same."
Mark drew in a deep breath for what felt like the hundredth time. "The boss is a dog, whoever wants to take it away!" he muttered under his breath. Charles, with his seemingly bottomless eyes, appeared to see through everything. "Are you cursing me in your heart?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. Mark responded with a polite and gentle smile, "How could that be possible? I was merely lost in thought." Charles chose not to continue the conversation. The two men turned their attention to the content on the page before them. Under the search box, there were several responses. The first response read, "It's so easy, the best way to avoid a divorce is to disappear and return when the time is right." The second suggested, "I was injured a little, I was in a hospital, I don't believe I can still be forced to divorce." The third simply stated, "On a business trip." The fourth offered a list of excuses, "My sister's wedding, my brother's christening, my parents' birthday, and my colleague's wedding." The fifth proposed, "The marriage certificate is lost, the household registration book is lost, the ID card is lost, it's that simple." The sixth advised, "Just say you're pregnant." After reading through the responses, Mark coughed lightly, "Except for what was said by the sixth person, everyone else seems to make sense." Charles disagreed, "None of them do." He wasn't looking at the page because he thought the methods were viable, but because he was hoping to find some inspiration in them. Mark was taken aback. He thought the suggestions were good. "But there doesn't seem to be much else to do," Mark admitted, struggling to come up with another solution. He jokingly suggested, "Why don't you burn down your house? That way, the marriage certificate, household registration book, and everything else will be gone." Charles gave him a deep, incredulous look, "Are you serious? Burning down a house? What kind of normal person would come up with that?" Mark fell silent. "If you can't figure out a way, I'll settle my salary tomorrow," Charles said, his eyes lighting up slightly. Mark was reluctant to give up his high salary. He quickly proposed, "Tomorrow I will help you get the information and documents. There could be an accident on the way, the car could be destroyed, and people could die. I am willing to sacrifice for your happiness and Miss Murphy's." "Get out!" Charles snapped, clearly frustrated. Mark sighed, "Boss, if you really don't want to divorce, just don't leave. As long as one person doesn't agree, the marriage can't be dissolved." Charles's eyes darkened slightly, "She's leaving." He knew that if one person didn't agree, the agreed divorce wouldn't be possible. But he also knew that if he did so, Daphne would definitely disappear from Ivrea City completely. "Then you're leaving," Mark said, his words deliberately harsh, "Anyway, you don't have love for Miss Murphy, it's just habit and suitability. Over time, you'll naturally lose your feelings and then you can marry someone suitable and gentle. Not to mention the money, just looking at your face, there are many people who would want to marry you. You're really handsome." Mark thought his boss was very attractive.
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