After a brief pause, just as Trent was about to hang up, a screeching sound came from the other end:
"Listen up, everyone! Mr. Wiggins, who's like an ancient iron tree, has actually missed work all afternoon for a girl, despite being a workaholic who even works while getting IV drips.
Seriously, I've never heard Mr. Wiggins sound so affectionate before, and that girl's voice sounds just like Reporter Sexton. Ahhhh, I'm at a loss."
"Wait, is Reporter Sanaa Sexton? Didn't she just return to the country? How could she have time to know Mr. Wiggins? Conner, are you sure you didn't hear wrong?"
"Impossible to be wrong. Ms. Sexton is from J City, her voice is soft, and she's petite and pure, like a Ragdoll cat, very cute. I remember it clearly."
"Many people saw Mr. Wiggins giving Ms. Sexton a princess carry at the company entrance today. I thought something was off, Mr. Wiggins never lets women get close."
"Woo woo woo, Mr. Wiggins is my idol. Sanaa is so lucky, what step have they reached? What should I do, my heart is breaking. When Sanaa returns to the company, I'll have to ask her."
"Stop spreading rumors. Mr. Wiggins and Janiah are a perfect match and childhood sweethearts. Sanaa is just an ordinary intern, how could Mr. Wiggins be interested in her? Why are you all jumping to conclusions?"
From the crowd, someone shouted, "Holy crap, Conner, why is your phone still on the line?"
"Finished!" With a shrill wail, the other end hung up.
I straightened my back, trying to appear more imposing, "Trent, we've been broken up for seven years..."
"Dear sister, no one has mentioned breaking up. We've just been apart for seven years."
The sunlight cascaded like a waterfall through the window, casting a faint glow on Trent's slender fingers, making even the cheap ring he wore look precious.
After learning Trent's true identity, I bought a midnight flight ticket and left in a hurry. To avoid trouble, I changed my phone card and address, and it seems I never formally discussed breaking up with him.
But after seven years, any normal person would assume the relationship had ended, right?
Trent must be doing this deliberately to mess with me.
To get revenge for me taking advantage of him back then and tricking him into a relationship.
"Fine, then I'll propose it now. Let's break up."
"You wasted seven whole years of my life. How many seven-year periods are there in a lifetime? A breakup fee of one million isn't excessive, right?" Trent's tone was lazily drawn out, like a feather brushing lightly.
How does he manage to say such infuriating things with such an alluring tone?
But Trent is now the big boss of both Aisha and me. For the sake of our budding careers, I have to endure and not offend him.
The momentum I had so painstakingly built up dwindled again, and my voice softened considerably, "Mr. Wiggins, can we... pay in installments?"
"What do you think?" Trent raised an eyebrow, took my phone, and skillfully unlocked it to add me on the phone.
When I got my phone back, I found that Trent had pinned his number at the top.
The next moment, a transfer of 10,000 appeared in the chat.
"What's this?"
"The doctor said you've been malnourished for a long time. Starting today, you'll have all your meals with me…"
"No, employees have the right to refuse unreasonable demands from their boss," I said with righteous indignation.
Trent leisurely completed the sentence, "For each meal, I'll transfer 10,000."
"50,000," I said, my eyes lighting up as I gave the sweetest smile I've ever managed and gently shook his arm.
Trent looked at me silently.
Oh no, at that moment, I forgot he was Trent, not a blind man.
I felt a chill in my heart and was about to let go of his arm when he suddenly spoke, "Baby, you're so beautiful."
"What... what?"
Trent didn't take his eyes off my face, "Sorry, my brain crashed just now. I said some things I didn't mean."
"After thinking it over, I want to say, sister, you're really beautiful. I'm so envious of those who could see you before."
My heart skipped a beat, thudding audibly.
"To prevent women from becoming bad with money, let's meet halfway. 30,000 per meal."
Trent left with these words, strolling out of the hospital.
I slapped my face, which was redder than a monkey's bottom, warning myself not to let my feelings cloud my judgment.
Trent is very cunning; he might be following a revenge route of making me fall in love with him and then cruelly dumping me.
I must be vigilant to avoid falling into the enemy's trap.
If he wants to play a part, then I'll play along.
As long as he doesn't create trouble for me and Aisha at work, everything is negotiable.
