Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
/ Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1686
Chapter 1686: 410: Ancestral grave is emitting green smoke!_2 Chapter 1686: 410: Ancestral grave is emitting green smoke!_2 Absolutely not!
Eleanor Armstrong's eyes sparkled with excitement at the thought of Terrence Lentz appearing before everyone as Mr. Terrence!
It would surely be a slap in the face.
Even knowing it was a dream, Eleanor Armstrong was still overjoyed.
Harlan Lentz couldn't hold back any longer and said, “That wish of yours may never come true in this lifetime.”
Eleanor Armstrong rolled her eyes at Harlan Lentz.
She really didn't understand how she ever fell for a man who was so clueless about romance.
Country Polluton.
Viola Thomson was holding a video conference upstairs.
Terrence Lentz sat downstairs handling business affairs.
He just sat on the couch, his back straight as an arrow, and on the screen, one could only see the man's meticulous suit and his hands crossed together.
His hands were very attractive.
Well-defined muscles, long fingers, nails tinged with a healthy pink, comparable to those of a hand model–they were truly astonishing.
A moment passed, and he spoke lightly, “How is President Colden keeping an eye on the Cigacan project?”
President Colden, who was named, immediately responded, “Sir, everything is going smoothly on Cigacan's side.”
Even through a screen, the intimidating aura emanating from this man still instilled fear in the executives.
Just as President Colden was about to say more, a voice suddenly pierced the air.
“Lentz, are you busy?”
Clearly, the voice came from Terrence Lentz's end.
Terrence Lentz glanced back slightly, “Not busy.”
A moment later, he continued, “Let's pause the meeting.”
He was about to turn off the video conference when Viola's voice came through again, “Lentz, could you bring up the fruit plate? I want some fruit.”
“Okay.”
With that final word, Terrence Lentz turned off the video.
Click.
Darkness fell on the other end.
The shareholders on this end of the screen looked at each other, their eyes full of shock.
What had they just seen?
The mysterious boss's wife actually dared to boss around Mr. Terrence!
And had him bring a fruit plate!
What shocked them even more was that, though Mr. Terrence was clearly very busy, he pretended to be unoccupied and hastily cut the video conference short.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes!
No one would believe it was true.
Not even now, many executives couldn't be sure if they were dreaming.
A moment passed.
The executives finally reacted, discussing amongst themselves,
“It seems the rumors are true! Mr. Terrence really is under his wife's thumb!”
“I heard that Mr. Terrence was beaten up before!”
“And that he was beaten pretty badly!”
Meanwhile, Terrence Lentz carried the fruit plate upstairs.
The fruit plate was filled with colorful fruits, and Terrence Lentz thoughtfully brought a cup of Milk Tea as well.
“The housekeeper just had the Milk Tea prepared; try it and see if it suits your taste,” he said.
Viola took the Milk Tea and took a big sip, “It tastes good!”
Milk Tea was Viola's true love.
No matter how bad the Milk Tea was, it would always have its unique flavor to her.
After drinking the Milk Tea, Viola continued, “Lentz, could you go and get my tablet for me?”
“Okay.”
Terrence Lentz went to get the tablet.
After bringing the tablet, Viola said, “Could you also get me a pen?”
The pen holder was right next to the tablet, but Terrence Lentz didn't mind the trouble and again went to get Viola a pen.
Viola took the pen, her eyebrows slightly raised, “Could you get me a water cup next? I'd like a drink.”
Terrence Lentz went to fetch the water cup.
After bringing the water cup, Viola asked Terrence Lentz to get her something else.
But that wasn't the most important thing; the most important thing was that everything was in the same place, and had she told him all at once, Terrence Lentz wouldn't have had to make so many trips for nothing.
Yet, not a hint of impatience could be seen on Terrence Lentz's face.
Viola looked at Terrence Lentz and continued, “Lentz.”
“Hmm?”
Viola went on, “Doesn't it make you angry at all?”
“Why be angry?” Terrence Lentz asked.
Viola replied, “Because I'm being annoying.”
“Not annoying,” Terrence Lentz looked at her, his expression serious, “In my eyes, you're never annoying.”
Viola laughed softly, “Really?”
“Mhm.”
Viola then said, “But I could have said everything in one go, yet I had you run around over a dozen times. You don't have any complaints at all?”
Terrence Lentz's expression was calm, as he looked towards Viola. His black eyes were unfathomable, and with barely parted lips, he said, “Viola, to be of service to you, I feel, is the blessing of eight lifetimes.”
Pausing for a moment, Terrence Lentz continued, “Well… to use my parents' words, it's like our family's ancestral tomb is smoking with green smoke.”
Chapter end
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