The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 789

Dalton, his usual playful self, decided to explore and, in doing so, got a firm grip on Zach’s hair.

Zach’s stern voice rang out, “Stop moving around.”

The project director froze. The entire room remained silent, heads bowed, and no one dared to utter a word.

Zach, known for his rigorous and demanding nature, was infamous for terminating employees on the spot.

Dalton did not stop. It was an uncommon sight to witness the typically serious and professional Zach in such a humorous predicament. But the room’s atmosphere was so tense that most individuals remained glued to their notes, unwilling to even glance at this lighthearted moment.

Upon noticing the silence in the conference room, Zach frowned, “Continued!”

Dalton, apparently influenced by Zach’s tone, was about to burst into tears. Zach, reacting swiftly, passed the child to Kevin, who stood nearby.

Now carrying a wailing toddler, Kevin had no idea how to soothe him. Their exit from the conference room was followed by immediate cries from Dalton.

Kevin moved away from the conference room, he happened to overhear a conversation coming from the secretary’s office

of them remarked, “Do you know whose child it is, the one with the CEO? Could it be… an illegitimate child? Mr. Jardin just recently married that girl from the Young family, right? If they had a

But I have to admit,

the

he was holding that child. He’s such a sight to behold. I never expected someone

couldn’t agree more.”

hair, cast a deep frown as she observed the person diligently preparing coffee to

It shouldn’t be this difficult.”

done, Susan. It’ll be ready soon. I’ll

coffee, she advanced toward her colleagues. However, she suddenly lost her balance, and all the cups on her tray went flying, splashing

of pain

to hold a tray of coffee properly. What

clothes are? Tens of thousands of dollars!

just cleaned the floor today, and it’s

mind as she rolled her eyes, “I won’t demand compensation for my thirty- thousand-dollar outfit. Instead, I have a better idea. Get over here and clean my high heels with your tongue, and I might consider forgiving you.