My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 469

"Well..." Austin scratched his head, at a loss for words.

Rachel waited for a while, and all that she heard was "Well..." Finally, she interrupted him coldly, "All right. He must be too busy with his business that he couldn't even pick up his phone. I won't ask you again. Goodbye."

At the sound of the call being disconnected, Austin clutched the phone to his chest, raised his head, and said in a plaintive tone, "Mr. Fu, you're killing me!"

On her end, Rachel felt a little uncomfortable after ending the call. She was worried, but basing on Austin's tone during the call, she could at least tell that Jack was safe. However, it was impossible for Jack's secretary not to know what was taking up his time. Did Jack order him not to tell her anything?

Why were they hiding things from her?

Rachel tried to tell herself not to overthink, but her wayward thoughts were difficult to control.

She was so lost in thought that she almost jumped in shock when someone suddenly tapped her shoulder from behind. She whirled around and sighed in relief when she saw her colleague. "What's the matter?"

"The executive is here, and he wants to speak with you and the director in his office." The colleague stared at her as though she could get gossip by looking into her eyes.

The corners of Rachel's mouth twitched. She stood up and said, "Okay. I'll be right there."

The colleague stretched out an arm and hooked it through Rachel's. She whispered, "What were you arguing about with the director just now? Did she bully you?"

She mentioned the director in the hopes of fishing for some information from Rachel.

With a faint smile on her lips, Rachel did not comment. She looked down at the ground beneath her feet and reminded her colleague, "Watch out for the pebbles underfoot. Be careful not to fall."

In the director's office, James was sitting in the chair behind the desk. He leaned back slightly, his bent fingers were lightly tapping against the armrest, and his face was impassive. One would be hard-pressed to see the anger simmering below the surface.

When the director first saw him come in, she thought that he wanted to discuss the guest list and felt uneasy. Now, seeing him calmly sitting there, she breathed a sigh of relief. She even felt reassured enough that she stepped out into the pantry to prepare some tea for him. She placed the tea set in front of him and said, "This special tea was given by my uncle. It has a fragrant scent and a mellow taste. Please try it."

"Okay. Put it aside." James glanced at his wristwatch with a frown and asked, "Where did Rachel go during working hours? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

As if on cue, they heard a knock on the door.

Rachel opened the door and came in, words of explanation pouring from her mouth. "I went downstairs to the park and sat for a while. I came back just now."

James snorted coldly. With a hint of anger seeping into his expression, he asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with the list? Just now, your director said that you were in charge of this list. Why did you deny it at the meeting?"

As it turned out, the director had snitched on Rachel.

Rachel lowered her gaze and was silent for a while. Then, she said carefully, "The director did not tell me about it. I didn't know."

"You didn't know?" James repeated with a frown. "If you're saying that you didn't know about it, do you mean to tell me that it was your director who was wrong?"

Rachel was about to nod her head, but the director interjected, stating her shortcomings. "Rachel, I think that in the future, I have to prepare a recorder whenever I give you work instructions. Maybe that way, you would be able to keep track of your tasks and this wouldn't happen again. What do you think?"

"I agree," Rachel replied with a saccharine smile on her face. "Maybe then I'd be able to keep track of instructions that you didn't give so that I could avoid being blamed for something I did not do."

"How dare you!" The director's face contorted in anger. She pointed a finger at Rachel's face and snorted, "If only you're as efficient as you are eloquent."

She turned her back on the rooms other occupants and took several deep breaths to compose herself. "Mr. Zhou, I clearly told her the names of the companies that should be removed from the list, but she didn't listen. The invitation letters have already been printed out. What should we do?"