Chapter 894 Is Fawning Over Power the Reality?
The colleague obviously didn't react and sneered. "You're nitpicking. Isn't lunchtime spent in the company?"
Another colleague also spoke up. "Which department are you from? I want to file a complaint against you."
Hestia took a deep breath, looked at Edward, and signaled him not to say anything inappropriate.
Edward smiled and looked at the colleagues, speaking seriously. "The President's Office."
The few people were stunned for a moment, then spoke. "So what if you're work in the President's Office? You're not the president."
Edward just smiled faintly.
"Mr. Cunningham! Why are you having lunch here?" Tyler, unable to find Edward, anxiously searched everywhere and finally found him in the employee cafeteria.
Why did he suddenly come here?
"Having lunch with my wife," Edward said calmly.
Tyler looked at Hestia and gasped. "Mrs. Cunningham..."
"You call him Mr. Cunningham? Which department is he from?" The colleague asked in shock.
"Tyler." Marlon and a few other department heads also came to eat and were shocked to see Tyler.
The president's assistant could eat in a separate cafeteria with the president, where the meals were custom-made. Why did he come here?
Tyler coughed and looked at Edward. "Mr. Cunningham is here."
The few leaders were shocked and quickly stepped forward. "Mr. Cunningham?"
Edward looked at Hestia helplessly and shrugged. "I didn't leak it, Tyler did."
Tyler was speechless.
Hestia lowered her head helplessly and continued eating.
The colleagues who had targeted Hestia earlier were stunned, clearly not reacting for a long time.
"You..." They looked at Edward in shock, then at Hestia.
Hestia kept her head down, eating, while the few colleagues were scared pale.
"I'm Hestia's husband, using my lunch break to have a meal with her," Edward said with a smile, speaking to the executives.
Except for Marlon, the others were very shocked.
Mr. Cunningham's wife worked at the Cunningham Group?
Which department was she in?
"Mr. Cunningham, please continue your meal. We won't disturb you. Mrs. Cunningham, enjoy your meal." The few people were so scared they walked awkwardly.
"Let's go, it's time to eat." Marlon looked at the colleagues and spoke to ease the situation.
The few people quickly lowered their heads and fled.
Primrose wasn't the one with connections; Hestia was?
They really misjudged.
They thought Primrose had connections in the department and that maintaining a good relationship with her would be beneficial. They didn't expect that Primrose wasn't the one; Hestia was. Not only did she have connections, but she was also the mistress of the Cunningham Group.
She was Edward's wife. They should quickly resign and think about what they had done to Hestia before.
"Hestia is actually the president's wife of the Cunningham Group? That's terrifying. She didn't reveal anything at all." a colleague said in shock. "No wonder Primrose was squeezed out by Hestia,"
Meanwhile, Edward ignored everyone's gaze and continued to serve Hestia food.
"Don't serve me food. Stay away from me." Hestia didn't dare to look up, feeling that all eyes were on her.
She lowered her voice, wanting Edward, the attention-grabber, to leave quickly.
"Honey, I'm just having a meal with you," Edward said pitifully, hoping Hestia would serve him food too. "I want to eat that."
Hestia almost choked, glaring at Edward angrily. "I haven't agreed to continue our marriage."
"If you want to eat, serve yourself," She said angrily.
Edward pointed to his arm. "I'm injured. Honey, you don't care about me at all. I'm so sad."
Hestia was shocked. How could he be so shameless? "Your left hand is injured. What does that have to do with your right hand? Serve yourself."
"My right hand is also injured. It just got hurt. I'm just enduring the pain," Edward said, acting, holding his wrist.
Hestia saw everyone looking and wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
She could only raise her hand to serve Edward food.
"Feed me," Edward pushed his luck.
"Watch what you say. You're the president," Hestia said through gritted teeth.
Edward then smiled and picked up his fork, eating obediently.
Over there, a few executives were uneasy, not enjoying their meal.
"Which department is Mrs. Cunningham in?" a leader asked.
The others shook their heads, saying they didn't know. Only Marlon spoke slowly. "Our department, the legal department, a newly regularized intern."
Everyone looked at Marlon in unison. "You have it tough. How do you handle someone who got in through connections? It must be hard."
Marlon shook his head with a smile. "No, she got in as the top candidate in the assessment. She's very capable and was always top of her class in school."
Everyone fell silent. The woman Edward chose must be very outstanding.
"Her family isn't well-off, is it? Marrying Edward is quite fortunate for her. It seems many young women today are materialistic." someone muttered softly.
"Although Hestia's family isn't as well-off as Mr. Cunningham's, she was raised with care by her parents. Besides, She is very outstanding," Marlon explained for Hestia.
Actually, when Marlon first found out about Hestia and Edward's marriage, he was also shocked. But Hestia didn't seem to be pretending, indicating that she didn't know Edward's identity before. This also showed that Hestia wasn't materialistic.
The few supervisors didn't dare to speak anymore, eating in silence.
Over there, Hestia had just returned to her workstation when a few employees came over to apologize.
"Hestia, we're sorry. We didn't mean to target you before."
"Yes, you're Mrs. Cunningham. Please don't hold it against us."
Hestia looked at them and shook her head. "I didn't take it to heart. I hope we can get along well and work seriously in the future."
The few people quickly nodded. "Hestia, you're so nice."
After all ,she was the president's wife. It meant she could get anyone fired with just a word.
Not daring to provoke Hestia, the few people quickly returned to their workstations.
Around three in the afternoon, Primrose returned.
After the investigation, she came back to get her things.
She claimed it was a mistake, and because there was no direct evidence, her family pulled a lot of strings to get her released on bail.
It mainly depended on whether the Cunningham Group would pursue the matter.
"Hestia!" Primrose came back to the company angrily.
Hestia had caused her so much trouble, and she was determined to seek justice.
Hestia looked at Primrose indifferently. "I don't know how the police determined it."
"Hestia, you deliberately harmed me! You'll regret it. Just wait until my dad..." Primrose wanted to say more, but other colleagues spoke up for Hestia.
"Hestia wouldn't falsely accuse you. You know what bad things you've done." The colleagues stood up, actively defending Hestia.
Primrose frowned, seemingly unable to believe that the people who once stood with her were now helping Hestia.
Hestia also found it ironic. Did higher status automatically equate to being right?
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