Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 126

Francis turned to head to the driver’s seat.

“Mr. Zahn, wait! I’ll call Sunny right now and have him come over to show you the units!” Bill hurried forward to place a hand on the door. It wasn’t like he would come across fools like Carlisle every day. He

couldn’t let him get away!

up

He quickly called Sunny’s personal number. When the first call went unanswered, he followed with a

second. It still went unanswered.

Finally, someone answered on his seventh try. Sunny sounded cold as he asked, “Why are you still calling me, Bill?

Bill could sense Sunny’s anger even over the phone. He laughed ingratiatingly and said, “I was a fool earlier, Sunny. Hurry up and come back to work!”

Capable salespeople were gods to a company that required salesmen to stay afloat. As long as Sunny could close this deal with Carlisle, Bill was willing to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if

necessary.

After a moment of silence, Sunny asked, “Is Mr. Cig there?”

only sign the contract with you!” Bill had deliberately stepped away from Carlisle and Francis

“Fine. I’ll head over there right

wanted to fulfill Carlisle’s need to purchase property. Since Carlisle had specifically

to let Carlisle

say anything about me firing you, okay?”

what to do.” Sunny hung

his arms crossed. Francis approached him after finishing a cigarette and tried to talk some sense into him again. “Boss,

“I’ve already th

to look at the dated streets

over his face.

shots!” Francis shrugged. “Don’t say

this decision.”

probably return to campus late, so he called Susan to

cans of Red Bull and handed one each to Carlisle and Francis before opening his own.

Chapter 126

asked with a smile, “What sort

run a

from the older generation and hadn’t really played games before. Hel knew that many

good an impression of Bill and couldn’t be bothered

tell Carlisle wasn’t too fond of him. He smiled awkwardly and glanced at the path Sunny had to take to

rush. I’m free the

bicycle. It was a

and jogged over to Carlisle. Holding out a hand, he said, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Cig. I’m Sunny Little!”