The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye) novel Chapter 122

Abyss put his mobile phone aside. His eyes became a little dark, and he seemed to be completely shrouded by cold air, and the repressive atmosphere made the entire office feel cold.

The secretary couldn't help but tremble when she came in.

"Mr. Tang, old madam just called. She told you to go back to the old house tonight."

"Get out!"

Abyss was in a nasty mood.

He was not as calm as he appeared to be on the phone, he was even a bit violent, which made the secretary a little scared. She quickly retreated and closed the door of the office.

Abyss Tang knew why old Madam Tang asked him to go back.

He would be thirty soon. At such an age, many men started to have children. But he did not have anyone to get married with yet. No wonder old madam would be anxious.

However, other than Mango, he really couldn't accept any other candidates from Mrs. Tang.

He still remembered the first time he saw Mango, her long hair was fluttering and she entered the campus all full of energy. She smiled and asked him, "Senior, could you please tell me how to get to the Department of Chinese Language and Literature?"

At that moment, he lost his heart.

Now ten years had passed, he still couldn't let go of this woman. However unfortunately, the person she loved was not him!

Abyss punched his fist on the desk. He hated the unfairness of fate and he hated himself for being softhearted back then. If he hadn't let Mango go back to Ocean City, would she and Zion have been with him still at this moment?

However, if he hadn't let Mango go back, Abyss would have felt very distressed when he saw her crying all day long for Rita's illness.

What on earth should he do?

To let go?

Or to fight for her with his effort?

Abyss' heart felt extremely tormented.

He rarely smoked, for the sake of Zion and Rita, he almost quit smoking. But at this moment, he was in strong need of nicotine to ease his mood. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would go crazy.

The smoke of the cigarette was flowing in the air. Abyss choked and coughed a little, with tears coming out.

At first, he tried his best to hold back, but then he stopped hiding his emotions and let his tears run down from the corner of his eyes.

He had the authority and the decision making power for the whole financial street in the United States, but somehow, he couldn't win a woman's heart.

He felt himself very pathetic and ridiculous.

The secretary knocked on the door in horror from outside.

"Get lost!"

Abyss swept all the things on the table to the ground. The loud noise scared the secretary to shiver again. She really wanted to turn around and run away, but after hesitating for a while, she still said nervously, "Mr...Mr. Tang, there is a phone call from the hospital. Miss Rita is not in a good situation."

As soon as she said that, Abyss pushed the chair directly and opened the door of the office.

"What did you say?"

His tone sounded anxious, his body was still carrying the smell of cigarette, and the tears on his face had not dried up yet. His secretary had never seen him in such a mess, and she was subconsciously stunned.

"What did you say?"

Abyss roared like getting crazy.

Only then did the secretary came back to her senses.

"The hospital called and said that Miss Rita1 situation is not very good."

Abyss rushed out crazily.

"Mr. Tang, your face..."

The secretary wanted to say that there were still tears on his face, but she swallowed back the rest of the remaining words.

What kind of person was Abyss?

He was a tycoon in the financial world in the United States.

How could he possibly cry?

And in the entire United States, who was capable of making Mr. Tang cry?

So she must have seen it wrong.

The secretary kept reminding herself, but the shock in her heart had already swept across all her senses like a storm.

Abyss ran out crazily, and then he ran back again like a madman. Before the secretary could respond, she saw the president said to her with a gloomy and serious face, "If designer Shen calls, don't tell her about the situation of Rita' illness. Do you hear me?"

"But isn't she the mother of Rita? What if..."

"There's no what-ifs! Nothing will happen to her, and I won't let anything happen to her. If designer Shen finds about this, you can pack up your stuff and get out of here."

At this time, Abyss returned to the decisive look he used to have in the business world, as if that weakness flashed by just now was just an illusion from the secretary.

The secretary quickly nodded.

Since her future career was involved, how would she dare to say anything? Seeing the secretary nod, Abyss finally left in a hurry.

After he left, the secretary sat back on the chair and felt as if she had just gone through a death experience.

When Mr. Tang put his flame in full swing, it was simply too scary.

She patted herself on the chest. When she was about to go back to work, she heard the telephone on the table ringing.

"Hello, President's office of H'J Group. Who is this please?"

The secretary tried her best to restore her original working status.

Mango coughed and said, "Secretary Liu, it's me, Mango."

As soon as she said her name, Secretary Liu almost dropped the phone in her hand.

Mr. Tang had really expected this!

As soon as he left, Mango called here. If Abyss hadn't told her in advance, she really didn't know how to respond.