In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

By the time the matter was resolved, and the car had been towed away, it was already 10:00 pm.

After Xander ended his meeting, he turned to the office and handed the document he was holding to Chad. "In future, add a red label to urgent documents and a blue label to non-urgent documents." Chad took it hurriedly and nodded.

He was a man and was not as meticulous as Hazel had been.

Xander entered his office and was enveloped by a feminine scent. The familiar fragrance made him frown. "Did Grace come here?"

"She came two hours ago to deliver food to you, but your meeting hadn't ended yet-"

Xander interrupted him in a low voice. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Chad felt wronged. "I wanted to tell you, but you were dealing with the city-west demolishing issues and arguing with Mr. Leroy. I wanted to report this to you, but you gestured at me to stop me." He was right.

Xander closed his eyes, and then walked forward to open the box of food.

The box itself was beautifully presented, and so was all the food inside. He picked some up with a fork and put it in his mouth. His jaw muscles worked as he chewed.

The food had been left outside for too long and had gone cold.

He felt rather irritated.

On the other side, Grace was in the middle of thanking Hazel. "Thank you for your help today."

Fulton is still my superior. It's my duty to help him

one you helped. How is

affairs as his affairs, so I

and Hazel's honesty surprised Grace. She wondered if she had judged Hazel

Xander

"Did

assent. "I

myself, I wouldn't have known that you were eating your meals at this

he must have called her when he saw the box of food. Xander rubbed his temples. "All the high-level executives were at the meeting. It wouldn't have been appropriate for

Grace's side, so he asked, "Where are you

what had happened, and Xander's tone immediately grew sharp. "Don't move.

standing nearby, still bickering with Zara. After a while, several black cars sped up and stopped right

saw that it was the stern-looking Lars Jorson, Zara's

"Come home!"

her

brimming with resentment for

bitter. If it

accident, she would have been out of the city long

can

of this, so she had no choice but to obediently get

she opened the