My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 311

It was a few days later when I knew Hendrix had been waiting for me downstairs. Irvin hadn't been letting me leave the house because of my unstable mood.

Speaking of which, he really knew me well. He knew my concerns, and he knew how to appease me. Indeed, he was busy after the holiday.

Meanwhile, I had begun working for the Granger Group. As promised, Irvin assigned me to the Project Department. Since I was only on-boarded, I wasn't quite familiar with a lot of things. So, Irvin assigned an assistant for me.

Working on a project was different from other jobs. It wouldn't be plausible for me to only work from nine to five. Besides, I had only taken over the job. So, I usually worked until late at night.

Since Yohannes had been admitted to the hospital because of a stroke. Therefore, Irvin could only arrange for his assistant to send me back to Central Park Residence.

I had been adapting myself to my new life as well so that he wouldn't worry about me as much.

Pulling up the car at the entrance of the residential area, the assistant said, "Director Reid, Mr. Granger asked me to pass you this, and he reminds you to eat."

I nodded, taking the document from her hand, and got out of the car. It was only a five-minute walk from the main gate to get to my floor. Walking slowly, I thought about the latest project I was working on.

Irvin had a company abroad, but it seemed that he wanted to expand his business locally for the time being. At the thought of technology companies, I couldn't help but remember the Fantasia Company in Ucrebury. The professionals of the company excelled in the technology field.

Since the Granger Group was a listed company, it would be a wise choice for Granger Group to acquire Fantasia Company. It was easy to maintain the high quality of the products. So, the only thing Granger Group needed to worry about was the management of the company if they were to acquire Fantasia Company.

Deep in my thoughts, I only noticed that my phone was ringing after some time. It was a call from Ian.

I had been calling him almost every day for

the past few days, but I had never once got through. It was almost Monique's due date, and I wondered how she was doing.

Now that Ian had called, I quickly picked it up and asked, "Ian, where's Monique? Has she delivered the baby? How are you two doing?"