Fuck!

When she returned from the Abraham Group, Scarlett called the sanatorium and learned that Julia was in good condition today.

Although what she did for Mrs. Lauren and Wendy had made Mike unhappy, she had already negotiated with Allen and required him to make Julia a phone call before setting off.

Though the phone call might last only less than a minute, Julia would keep a stable mood for a few days. It was worth it.

Knowing that she could live peacefully for a few days, Scarlett was happy. She personally cooked a few exquisite dishes and even took photos to share them on Timeline.

After four years of practice, Scarlett had gotten used to Mike's taste. Given his hateful behavior in the company today, she made a steak and the dessert was strawberry mousse cake.

Both of them were food that he liked. At the thought that he could no longer eat the dishes she cooked, the resentment of being forced to feed him lessened a lot.

The food just looked delicious in the photo she posted on Timeline. Taking a photo was her biggest hobby, and Scarlett had studied systematically for a year. The food looked especially delicate in the photos she took.

On her own social media account, there were a lot of pictures of various styles that she had taken.

Just as she sat down, a message came in. It was from Myke that she friended in the Abraham Group today.

"Myke: It looks delicious."

"Iceberg-ex: Well, I was in a good mood today, so I made a few delicious dishes to reward myself."

"Myke: Oh? Why?"

Scarlett was going to reply that she was very happy because her mother was in a stable condition.

But in consideration that she was not very familiar with him, she answered perfunctorily.

At the Abraham's.

Sitting at the European-style long table with a straight face, Mike was looking at his phone without a word.

Suddenly, he threw the phone to the ground when Tilda came over to serve the Japanese cuisine that he had ordered.

Seeing this, Tilda put down his plate and signaled the frightened maid aside to pick up the phone.

"Mr. Abraham, it's time for dinner."

He was annoyed to see sushi at this moment, "Take it away!"

"But you ordered salmon sushi with mustard when you arrived?"

Mike snorted. He was quite into mustard as to what happened in the afternoon, but after going through the conversation online, he found this kind of food in disgust now.

Tilda had served the Abraham family for most of his life and had long treated Mike as his own child, knowing well about his temper.

"Then I'll have the kitchen change it into your favorite dishes. How about the main dish being the steak and the dessert strawberry mousse?"

Mike's face became even more sullen.

"Don't remind me of these dishes! Get me baked broccoli!"

Seeing the maid beside him trembled in fear at his cold tone, Tilda gave her a wave of hand calmly. The maid immediately ran away in relief.

"Did you have a quarrel with Mrs. Abraham?" Tilda pulled out a stool and sat down. Just by listening to the name of the dishes, he knew that there was something going on between them.

"She is qualified!"

"You guys are both too strong in personality. Try not to fight with each other all the time and think in each other's position. Otherwise, I wonder if I can see Mr. Abraham Junior before I retire."

Tilda pretended to pound his arm as his eyes full glanced at Mike's phone with curiosity.

Except for Scarlett, only Tilda, who had served him for more than twenty years, dared to be so bold in front of him.

Mike quickly put his phone upside down, but Tilda had already seen it.

With Mrs. Abraham being naughty, no wonder Mr. Abraham was so angry.

Although he didn't know much about Line, the girl's profile picture was Mrs. Abraham's photo, so she was sure.

The description of Mrs. Abraham's newest post on Timeline was, "Get myself well fed before going to the bar! Wait for me, hot guys!"

"Mrs. Abraham is not a reckless girl. If you have doubts, you should just make her a call. Sulking at home is useless."

Hearing that, Mike was upset.

"Tilda, it's time for you to get off work!"

"Well, no. It's not time yet. I don't think that's what Mrs. Abraham meant."

"The damn TV drama you watched seems to be about to start!" Mike impatiently said. If the woman in front wasn't Tilda, he would have thrown her out.

Tilda patted her head and stood up, "I almost forget. When Mrs. Abraham was at home, we used to watch this drama together. Mrs. Abraham likes Jay Stockton the most, the one which starred in this drama."

"I'm going to cut off the pay channels next month," Mike said coldly.

"My god! That's my one-and-only hobby!" Tilda murmured and rushed to the living room for the drama.

Mike took out his phone and dialed the manager of the Planning Department.

"Immediately cancel Jay's endorsement plan with the Abraham Group. Change the person."

After hanging up, he dialed another number.

"Mr. Jones, I have something to tell you..."

Hanging up the phone, his gloomy face softened a little, and a bloodthirsty smile flashed across his face.

Going to the bar? It seemed that she was quite free now.

He got up and went back to his bedroom, where he took photos of a few documents and sent them to Scarlett's email with a sneer.

Scarlett had a nice meal.

Myke did not reply to her. He was probably frightened by her bold words.

She didn't mean it actually, but it was true that she was going to the bar later.

Her best friend Miffy Garcia had just called her that the bar that she and Miffy had invested in was opening today. She needed to attend the opening ceremony.

Just as she was about to change her clothes, the phone suddenly rang.

"Miffy, I am already changing my clothes," Scarlett thought it was Miffy.

"Stop it. Something has happened!" Miffy was holding a dispirited voice.

"What's wrong?"

"Bad luck! We have just received a notice that all the bars in the city have to join in a link inspection of the fire-extinguishing system. There's nothing we can do now. It seems that the opening ceremony has to be put off. All the bars in the city are closing tonight!"

"Such a coincidence?"

It was just like Mike's style. No one knew how his mood would change in the next second.

"Who knows? Maybe someone from the bars has just offended the higher-ups and brought us down with him. By the way, I heard that Mike is very familiar with Mr. Jones of the fire department. How about you ask him for me?"

Scarlett hadn't told anyone about her divorce yet, so she just found an excuse. After hanging up the phone, she couldn't help let out a sigh of relief.

"Definitely no asking! I just got rid of him. I wish I would never get involved with him again!" Scarlett said to herself.

Nestling comfortably on the sofa with the strawberry mousse cake in her arms, Scarlett turned on the TV and switched it to that of Jay's new drama.

He acted as an overbearing president who was in love with an innocent heroine. Scarlett watched it for a while and unconsciously changed the leading actor to Mike.

Objectively speaking, Mike was even better both in looking and temperament than most of the stars. It was just that his personality was too terrible...