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Chapter 657 Hand-Knitted Scarf

The secretaries and assistants were worried that if they slowed down their pace, Toby would turn his attention to them as well. And woe be to them if that were to come to pass! As such, they hurried down the hallway, leaving their fallen colleague to deal with Toby’s wrath.

Presently, the male secretary, Jacob, dared not meet Toby’s gaze. He kept his head down, and he was trembling slightly. It was clear to see that he was intimidated by Toby.

Toby, however, lowered his gaze on the man as he asked placidly, “Did you say that your wife gave you a gift?”

Jacob was a little taken aback by this. He looked up, but instead of answering the question, he asked Toby skeptically, “President Fuller, did you stop me just to ask me that?”

Upon hearing Toby hum in affirmation, Jacob felt as if a weight had been lifted off his chest. All the anxiousness drained out of him, and as he was visibly relaxed, his body stopped trembling as well. Straightening up, he let out a quiet breath of relief and answered calmly, “Yes, President Fuller. My wife has recently picked up knitting and crocheting, and she decided to make me this scarf.”

As he said this, his hand reached for the pink scarf around his neck, and a lovesick grin spread across his face. Then, he eyed Toby earnestly as he asked, “What do you think of it, President Fuller?”

Toby did not reply, but as he stared at the scarf, he thought it looked like a rather jarring shade of pink. This guy’s not actually bragging about this to me, is he? Ha! What makes him think this is bragging material? It’s just a scarf from his lover, and what’s with that ridiculous grin he has on his face? For some reason, he felt challenged, and he was suddenly seized with the confidence that he, too, could get his lover to knit him a scarf.

A little indignant, Toby pursed his lips, and the air around him grew colder as he lied, “It looks decent on you. Now get back to work.”

“Yes, sir,” Jacob replied respectfully with a firm nod, then happily let go of the scarf as he turned to go into the office.

Toby, on the other hand, walked in the opposite direction toward his own office as well. While doing so, he texted Sonia. ‘I think I know what I want.’

Sonia was busy going through paperwork when she heard her phone chime with a new message. She reached for it and glanced at Toby’s text. Raising a brow, she called him instead of replying to him.

At the sight of her incoming call, Toby swiped his screen to put her through, then pressed the phone to his ear.

Sonia’s firm and pleasant voice instantly filled the other line. “You said you know what you want, so come right out with it.”

his thoughts lingering on the scarf around Jacob’s neck and the smug grin on his face. “I want you to knit me a scarf,” Toby said. Once she gives me a hand-knitted

the other end of the phone, Sonia was completely stunned when she registered Toby’s answer. A scarf? A scarf

an accessory piece even if he couldn’t come up with an idea of what he would want for a gift, like a razor or a leather belt or something. Alas, little did she know that what he truly wanted for a

immediately grew unsettled. Lowering his gaze slightly, he

“No, of course not. It’s just that, well, I’m curious as to what prompted

plain and humble as

confess a little sheepishly. “Someone was

her head to the side

hummed in response, then told her about the conversation he had had with Jacob out in

bemused. “How is that considered bragging? He was probably just excited to regale everyone with anecdotes of his

“Yeah, but seeing as I don’t have a scarf hand-knitted by my girlfriend, that would make me inferior

temple with mock exasperation. “Okay, fine, he was bragging to your face. So because your subordinate has something that you don’t, and he was showing it off in front of you, you decided

“I’m the boss. How am I going to face my subordinates if I don’t even have a love life as enriching as theirs? I need everyone to know that I have what they have, if not more. So, circling back to

against her forehead like she was dealing with the onset of a migraine, she countered, “Of course I will, and I’m quite adept at knitting, too. But are you sure it’s what you want? You have to

head. “Any scarf

“In that case, it will be my honor

hearing her agreement to make him a scarf, Toby felt a rush of satisfaction course through him, and for a minute, he was on cloud nine. The fingers that twirled his pen quickened in light of his elation as he said, “I’m fine with any color.

it is,” Sonia said with a decisive air

nodded, the smile on his

and the length, width, and thickness of

call ended, Toby set his phone down on his desk and leaned back into his seat, the atmosphere around him growing warm

Upon seeing Toby’s insouciant stance,

a scarf,” Toby answered as he glanced at Tom, and while he sounded blase, he