"Okay, no problem. Wait there. I'll come over right now. H
"Yvette interrupted Lance and easily agreed to go pick him up.
Lance happily hung up and waved at his companions.
"You guys go first. My wife is coming."
His companions said, "You have a wife?"
Another person said, "Stop lying. Since when do you have a wife?"
"Mr. Sheldon, you don’t have to do this, alright? There are plenty of people who want to pick you up. Are you making up this excuse because you were unable to woo a lady?"
"Mr. Sheldon, why don't you just carpool with us?"
Lance's expression darkened slowly as he looked at his colleagues. Although he usually did not put on airs, he really could not help but want to get angry when they said that about him.
He scoffed softly and immediately found a seat nearby.
"This is ridiculous. Can’t I have a wife? Why would I lie?"
Lance was a high and mighty president. Did he need t o lie?
His surrounding companions clearly did not believe him.
Lance gnashed his teeth. "You all can stay and wait here with me. See if my wife shows up or not. I'll make her admit it herself!"
Everyone laughed.
As if to prove that Lance was spouting bullsh*t, they really sat down and waited for his wife to come.
They were executives who had a good relationship with Lance, so they did not put on airs when talking and laughing with him.
Furthermore, although Lance had good conditions and many women wanted to throw themselves at him, not many women were really willing to do so because Lance rejected most women.
Therefore, there was a joke circulating in the company that instead of targeting Lance, it was better to target the executives instead.
The relatively attractive people sat in a row and waited for Lance's wife.
They absolutely did not believe that Lance had a wife.
Especially when they heard that his ex-girlfriend ran away with $500 million, they all felt like Lance was a woman repeller.
Fifteen minutes, half an hour, and eventually, one hour passed.
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