Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 1234

The dented corner of the machine had been repaired, so Keith and I got ready to go up to the second floor.

An installation was going on on the shed roof of the second floor. For safety, Keith and I both wore safety helmets.

Elena saw us and sneered. "You must have a lot to handle lately, Mr. Keith. Mr. Grant has put me fully in charge here. Maybe you should get some rest and do your own thing."

Her words could not be any blunter.

Keith nodded but did not say a word.

Elena then looked at me and continued, "If I'm not mistaken, Ms. Lane is in charge of this project, but Mr. Fredericks seems to be the one hardest at work. Even the handover work that's supposed to be your responsibility as the secretary is now done by Mr. Fredericks. All you do is come here and take a look at things. I'm confused about who's the boss right now."

She was wearing heels, so she was much taller than me. Plus, she had her arms crossed, which inevitably made me feel oppressed.

I disliked this feeling, so I answered blandly, "Mr. Fredericks is the boss, of course. I should be the one working with you, and that’s negligence on my part. I'll take note of that in the future. I just hope that every time we need to talk about work, you'll talk only about work."

Elena faked a smile. "Of course."

We had fought before, so there was no way we could get along well.

Though if she stopped nitpicking about everything, we would still be fine.

Keith still had things to do and could not stay beside me all the time, so he left soon after.

Jordan needed to handle other matters, so he left after walking around the institute.

Elena and I were the only ones remaining, so we could only communicate with each other about what was going on.

Elena was perfectly capable at work.

Some of her ideas were great, but I had ideas of my own as well. She did not deny my ideas because of our feud but carried out a serious analysis and adopted them if she thought they were feasible.

Working with her could invariably ignite a person’s fighting spirit.

A day passed quickly. When it was time to get off work, Elena packed up and left immediately.

She was hard at work but was no workaholic.

Everyone at the institute had gone to have dinner, so I went down to the first floor.