Chapter 990 Why Is Michael So handsome?
"You really didn't put on makeup. Never mind. I still have a lot of things to deal with. You go ahead, but don't overwork my child." Michael clenched his fist, coughed lightly, and walked out.
Laura watched his back, thinking, 'He purely came over to argue with me.'
Back in the office, Michael was flipping through this month's income report while on the other side of the desk, Heather Perez was reporting the specific income situation of various cities.
Heather was thirty years old, dressed in a business suit.
Michael looked up and beckoned her with his finger. "Come here, a little closer."
Heather walked up without any hesitation. After all, everyone knew that besides Megan, women like her were just like potted plants in Michael's eyes, and there was no need to worry about him taking advantage of them.
"Did you put on makeup around your eyes?" Michael suddenly scrunched up his mouth, nose, and eyes.
Heather felt awkward. "We are required to wear makeup."
"So, there are differences between people. Some are born with the effect of contact lenses and eyeliner," Michael murmured.
"You're talking about Ms. Miller, right?" Heather laughed. "Ms. Miller's pretty face looks like she's mixed-race. She looks good even without makeup."
"She's quite famous, right?" Michael raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, a lot of male colleagues in the company see her as their dream girl. Many of them want to pursue her," Heather said with a smile.
Michael tugged at his tie, his eyebrows raised. "Well, you are not allowed workplace romances, right?"
Heather was confused. "Is there such a rule?"
"Yes, didn't I mention it? Workplace romances affect work efficiency. Whoever dates will be fired," Michael said coldly.
He said to himself inwardly, ' I won't let you date other men while carrying my child.'
At six in the evening, Laura finally finished extracting the components of a lavender plant when Michael's voice suddenly came again. "You're not off work yet?"
Laura's hand shook, and she looked at Michael as if he were a monster. "Aren't you going to find Megan?"
"What do you mean?" Michael raised his eyebrows.
"Well , you're usually nowhere to be found before five o'clock. As the boss, you're always the last to arrive and the first to leave. After work, you're always with Megan. Everyone in the company knows that," Laura said, taking off her glasses.
Michael's face turned sullen. He couldn't refute it because it was true.
"Do a lot of people in the company say that?" He asked.
"Not really. Who would dare? You're the boss," Laura asked in confusion. "Aren't you going to be with her today? As far as I know, she needs you quite a bit right now."
Michael felt a pang of hurt again, and he felt downcast. "Do I look like I'm that needed by her? I can't even find a good lawyer, and I only have a billion dollars."
Megan asked him for money, and he couldn't even come up with it.
She told him to leave, and he felt she might be looking down on him for his lack of money.
As a man, he also needed his dignity.
"A billion dollars isn't enough? I work hard to develop products, and I only have a couple of million dollars," Laura said, feeling embarrassed.
"Think about the executives at the Ocean Blue Group. Their annual salary is only two million dollars. How many years would it take for them to earn a billion dollars without spending a penny? You should be content," Laura said, looking at him with wide, astonished eyes, which inexplicably healed him a lot.
Although Laura often made him angry, he thought what she said was right.
"Women always want more money, right?" he said, troubled.
Laura's heart skipped a beat. She guessed that Michael might be worried about Megan. "Too much money is just numbers in the bank. If you want to live a luxurious life, the money you earn is more than enough. You can buy bags worth tens of thousands of dollars, shoes worth thousands of dollars, live in a mansion, drive a villa, or even have a private jet. But you have to understand, if ten percent of people can achieve this, it's already good. The remaining ninety percent are still struggling to make ends meet."
The more Michael listened, the more it made sense.
Michael pondered, 'Why didn't Megan think that way? If only Megan were like Laura... Oh, no! What am I thinking?'
While he was lost in thought, Laura had already taken off her lab coat and packed her things. "I'm leaving."
"Hey, wait, I want to check the nanny's standards at your place." Michael suddenly followed her.
Laura was stunned, a strange look crossing her pretty face. "I didn't ask the nanny to cook tonight. I planned to go out for a barbecue with Diane."
Michael's face turned sullen instantly. Laura knew what he was going to say and quickly said, "I know it's not good for the baby. I never felt this way before. It must be the baby wanting it."
"You always push the responsibility onto the baby," Michael said angrily. "Never mind. I'll make it for you."
Laura was dumbfounded. "What?"
"Isn't it just barbecue? I can make it," Michael said.
Laura blinked, suddenly finding Michael in his floral shirt, who was incredibly handsome.
In the end, Michael took her to the supermarket to buy ingredients.
Laura took a picture of his back and sent it to Cassie: [Michael is going to make a barbecue for me. Can you believe he can actually make a barbecue? I'm so surprised.]
Cassie: [Megan doesn't deserve him. What a pity.]
Laura: [It is a pity. I feel like he's a bit disappointed in Megan now, and I suspect Megan looks down on him for being poor.]
Cassie: [Yeah, he is poor as he doesn't own 20 billion dollars.]
Laura laughed.
Suddenly, Michael's scolding voice came to her ears. "Laura, be careful."
She didn't react in time, and a force suddenly pulled her into Michael's chest. She then saw a little boy running past where she had just been standing.
Her heart raced. If he hadn't pulled her away, she would have been knocked down by that kid and might have had a miscarriage.
She looked up and met Michael's handsome face.
"Laura, can you be more careful? You're pregnant, and you're still walking while playing on your phone," Michael said.
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