Chapter 286: Chapter 286: President, Your Mouth...
Isabella Weaver heard this novel title and chuckled.
Madam Hunter.
Hmm, not bad at all!
She took the initiative to link arms with Harry Hunter: "Let’s go, off to work!"
Harry Hunter walked her downstairs, asking casually, "Really don’t need a few more days of rest?"
"No need, I’m quite well."
"Alright, if you feel unwell, call Johan Niles. I just sent his hospital equipment worth tens of millions, he should be quite attentive now."
"Really? I always thought Doctor Niles was quite upright and responsible, not someone who’d easily be swayed by money."
"You’ve misjudged him."
Talking, they left the living room and got into the car. The driver, Connor, greeted them warmly and then set off, first taking Isabella Weaver to Moonlight Jewelry.
The car was left with just Connor and Harry Hunter. Connor was glancing at Harry through the rearview mirror several times, suppressing a smile but said nothing.
Harry Hunter didn’t notice Connor’s expression at all; he was busy texting Johan Niles.
"My wife just got discharged and went to work, I’m worried. Go to her company and be her assistant for a few days."
"Boss, your wife’s wound has healed perfectly, working appropriately is absolutely fine! Besides, I’m a doctor, not your household servant! I’m not being an assistant!"
"I’ll donate another ten million to your hospital."
"Boss, just send me my sister-in-law’s address. I am undoubtedly the best assistant in the doctor realm and the best doctor in the assistant realm! With me around, all fiends and specters will flee!"
Harry Hunter was quite satisfied. Though he often called Johan Niles a quack, he was actually one of the top young talents. His success in treating complicated illnesses wasn’t a tenth of his mentor’s, but with common injuries and ailments, he could rival Director Valley. He was Director Valley’s most prized disciple.
He sent Johan Niles the address and assigned a few tasks to some of his men, quickly arriving at the company.
Secretary Fisher was already waiting in the CEO’s office.
She held a stack of thick documents, various urgent files, waiting for Harry Hunter to sign.
But as soon as Harry walked in, her greeting "Good morning, CEO" got stuck in her throat.
Harry Hunter gave her a cold glance, wondering what was with the grim expression she wore upon seeing him?
Secretary Fisher knew her expression was off and quickly composed herself, handing him a mirror and tissue: "CEO, there’s a negotiation coming up with a foreign enterprise, about your mouth..."
Harry Hunter glanced at the mirror, noticing an ambiguous trace of red around his lips.
Just a smudge from his wife’s lipstick.
Looks beautiful, doesn’t it?
He admired it in the mirror for a while before slowly wiping it off.
"Secretary Fisher."
"Yes!"
"You’re single, right?"
Secretary Fisher was confused for a moment; did the CEO have a bad day? He was actually asking about her love life? He never discussed personal matters in the company.
She answered honestly: "Yes."
"Don’t let your abstract looks deter romance; you might find someone clueless enough! Go find someone!"
Harry Hunter spoke earnestly, leaving Secretary Fisher on the verge of tears.
The CEO is so snarky!
Is having a wife that grand?
She’s not single because of abstract looks, okay?!
It’s because he’s too demanding, her workload is heavy, she has no time to find a clueless one!
Oh, wait, no time to find a partner!
Recently, the CEO’s tales of pampering his wife have spread far and wide, yet Secretary Fisher simply is not convinced!
For someone so cold, merciless, manipulative, and snarky, could he really spoil his wife?
He must have forced a kiss on Miss Weaver this morning, otherwise, how would the lipstick smudge be like that!