Boss, Your Wife’s Asking for A Divorce, Again
Chapter 250

Chapter 250 Feigning Comprehension,Boss, Your Wife's Asking for A Divorce, Again!

At the same time, the explosive crack of thunder sounded overhead just as a purplish-white streakof lightning split the night sky in half, ominously igniting the darkness that fell over the land. Tuckedaway in Bayside Residence, Sonia bolted upright in bed and gasped. Her heart felt constricted withpanic, but she had no idea why. To switch on the bedside lamp, she had to bring her hand up. Afterthat, she massaged her temples and reached for the glass of water on her nightstand, then took asip as she tried to calm herself down.

She was done drinking and was just about to place the glass back on the nightstand when her eyeswidened in horror; the curtains had not been drawn over the French windows at the foot of her bed,and on the rain-splattered glass appeared a terrifying figment of what looked like a skull. Am /imagining things? Sonia shut her eyes tight and opened them again, then looked up at the Frenchwindows once more. This time, she was met with darkness, which was weakly illuminated by theneon lights of the nightscape that refracted off the glass. There was no skull at all. “Phew.” She letout a huge sigh of relief and patted her chest to soothe her wildly-beating heart. As it turned out,she had been imagining things after all.

Of course I was. With the way modern society is progressing, I should be jaded enough to ignore allthe nonsense about paranormal stuff. She shook her head and let out a self-effacing laugh at herown rich imagination. When Sonia arrived at work the next day, Daphne—who had been waiting atthe former's office doorway—bowed and greeted, “Good morning, President Reed.” “Good morning.Why are you here waiting for me? Has something happened?” Sonia asked as she took out her cardkey and swiped it across the sensor on the door, then made her way into the office. Daphne fell instep behind her. “I just got a call from Fuller Group. They want you to go over for a meeting; it'sabout alternative energy collaboration.”

Sonia was pulling up her chair when she heard this and paused. “Is the meeting at Fuller Group?”Daphne nodded earnestly. “Yes.” The divot between Sonia's brows went as quickly as it came. “Verywell, then. What time is the meeting?” In all honesty, she was reluctant to go over to Fuller Group,but Toby was the person in charge of the collaboration, and he called the shots when it came to thetime and place for any relevant meetings. No one would dare speak up against his decisions unlessthey were prepared to lose out on the project. Sonia had fought tooth and nail to procure thepartnership, so abandoning the project halfway was not an option, which meant she was left with nochoice but to attend the meeting. “It's scheduled for 2.00PM,” Daphne answered dutifully. Soniatook off her coat and sat down.

"Got it. Is there anything else?” “Yes—Mr. Lee has left you a ticket this morning.” Daphne openedthe folder she was carrying and produced a ticket, then handed it over to Sonia. Taking it andreading the brief introduction on fashion inscribed upon it, Sonia couldn't help but laugh whilemusing, “I can't believe he actually gave me this.” “He wanted to wait to give it to you personally,but he got a phone call and had to leave urgently,” Daphne explained. Sonia kept the ticket in thedrawer and said, “Maybe it was a work call. Speaking of which, you should get back to work now.”“Alright.” Daphne nodded once and left the office. Presently, Daphne opened up her laptop and setherself to work.

When lunchtime rolled around, she got a call from the police station and was informed that theinvestigation into the restaurant incident had been completed. The police concluded that the wholething had been an accident, and having checked through all the security footage, they were surethat no one sabotaged the crystal chandelier. As to why the chandelier had fallen in the first place,the investigation showed that it was purely due to a worn-out supporting chain. While Sonia foundthe explanation to be lazy and unreliable, in the absence of rust and sabotage, she could come upwith no other reason as to how the incident could have occurred in the first place.

Regardless of her dissatisfaction, she allowed the incident to come to an end and did not pressfurther on the matter. She hung up the phone and glanced at her bandaged arm, then heaved asigh before carrying on eating her meal. Afterward, she got into her car and drove over to FullerGroup all on her own. Meanwhile, in the presidential office at Fuller Group, Toby's gaze flickeredover to the time displayed on the bottom right corner of his laptop screen and asked, "Haseveryone arrived?” Tom, who was standing to the side, immediately understood what Toby wasasking and nodded. “I saw three of the collaborators on my way here, so I assume the rest of themought to have arrived by now.”

Toby hummed curtly in response. “Let's go, then.” He took the cane that was resting against theedge of the table and hoisted himself to his feet, then proceeded toward the door. Tom, on theother hand, carried the documents as he followed suit. Upon their arrival at the conference room,Toby and Tom made their way through the door, and those who were already waiting insideimmediately stopped chattering as they stood up and greeted, “President Fuller.” Naturally, Soniamaintained a courteous and formal front along with the rest of her peers.

Toby's gaze swept across those who gathered at the conference table before it lingered briefly onSonia, and only then did he look away. “Please take your seats.” Sonia and the others did as theywere told, and Tom began to hand out the information related to the meeting agenda. However, alook of astonishment flashed in his eyes when he noticed Sonia's bandaged arm as she reached forthe document, but he quickly recomposed himself. It was only after he had returned to his usualspot behind Toby that he pointed out in a low voice, “President Fuller, it seems as if Miss Reed hasbeen injured.”

“I know,” came Toby's stoic reply, though there was a meaningful gleam in his eyes. Tom raised abrow. Okay, so I've unnecessarily voiced out my observation. I thought he had no idea about herinjury. The meeting officially began, and the agenda for the day was with regards to the essentialuses for which the alternative energy technology might be used after business discussions wereconcluded, as well as the pros and cons of such uses. Sonia might have read up as much as shecould on the subject of alternative energy, and she might have sat through several college classesfor the same, but her knowledge on the matter was superficial at best.

Seeing as she had never done an extensive study on alternative energy, she couldn’t very well graspwhatever content and opinions Toby presented throughout the meeting. She felt like she waslistening to gibberish. Left helpless, she resorted to writing down every single point of discussion,planning to review and read up on them once she got home that evening. Alas, Toby spoke muchtoo quickly for her to jot down anything coherent, and her hand grew tired before her brain couldregister his words. Frowning, she shook her wrist to relieve the onset of a cramp. Meanwhile, fromthe main seat, Toby's gaze darkened when he noticed her gesture out of the corners of his eyes anddecidedly slowed down in his speech.

Now, Sonia could finally catch up with whatever he was saying, and her notes were starting to lookmore put-together than they had moments ago. However, she couldn't resist peering at him onceor twice. She did wonder why he had slowed down in his speech all of a sudden, but she was notnarcissistic enough to think it had anything to do with her. Nearly two hours later, Toby raised hismug of coffee to his lips and took a sip. “That's all for the meeting today. Do any of you needclarification on anything we've discussed today?” He might sound as if he was offering everyone thechance to seek further explanation, but his stony gaze was fixed on Sonia alone. Sonia, on the otherhand, stared at her notebook uneasily and bit down on her lip.

She wanted to say she had plenty of things she needed clarification on, but when she saw that noone else was asking questions, she figured she would be made the laughingstock of the industry ifshe were to say she was clueless about pretty much everything on the agenda. Of course, shewouldn't mind if she was made the laughingstock, but she couldn't live down the possibility ofParadigm Co. becoming the butt of the joke, too. She refused to even weigh the risk of it. I'm betteroff going through these notes when I get back to the office so that I can try to understand them

better. With that in mind, she lowered her head and remained silent. At the sight of this, Toby pursedhis lips, displeased by her stubborn silence.

Does she take her pride so seriously that she'd rather feign comprehension than ask questions? Hesupposed that the few men in her life must have put in their fair share of work in order to keep herafloat in the business world. A shadow passed over his handsome face when he thought aboutCharles, Carl, and the other men in Sonia's life, and the air around him suddenly grew cold. Heslammed his coffee mug against the table and said darkly, “Seeing as all of you have a firm grasp ofthe subject matter, I want each of you to go back and write out an analytical report on the uses ofalternative energy.

I want the report emailed to me by tomorrow. Dismissed!” An analytical report? Sonia looked upanxiously when she heard this. How am I supposed to write a report when I can't even make sense ofthe meeting today? More importantly, how am I going to finish the report in less than a day? Shelooked around and noted how everyone was unfazed, unlike herself. Before she could hold herselfback, she stood up and began slowly, “President Fuller...” Toby turned to look at her, and hisexpression softened slightly as he said, “Go on.”

She dug her nails into her palms and asked, “May I have a copy of the security footage for theconference room?” She knew that the security camera would have recorded the audio along withthe progress of the meeting, and if she could get her hands on the footage, then she could easily fillin the gaps in her notes. So I'll lose out on sleep tonight, but surely I could finish writing up the reportif I were to burn the midnight oil, right?