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?”

had deliberately stepped away from Carlisle and Francis when calling Sunny.

then sighed. “Fine. I’ll

for the job. He just wanted to fulfill Carlisle’s need to purchase property. Since Carlisle had specifically asked

to let Carlisle

anything about me firing you, okay?” Bill

do.” Sunny hung up

Carlisle leaned against the car door with 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 as

his face.

the shots!” Francis shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you if you ever regret

this decision.”

campus late, so he called Susan to let her know. She didn’t say anything much since

one each to Carlisle and Francis before opening

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smile, “What sort of business do you do, Mr.

a game

games before. Hel knew that many people visited arcades in recent years, though. He thought that was

too good an impression of Bill and couldn’t

could tell Carlisle wasn’t too fond of him. He smiled awkwardly and glanced at the path Sunny had to take to get to the company. “It’s been ages. Why isn’t

rush. I’m free the

while pushing his bicycle. It was a bout of bad luck–the chain had

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