Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 227

Chapter 227 Kevan had put in a lot of effort to arrange this so-called romantic dinner. However, the atmosphere became increasingly awkward as they finished their dinner. After the waiter cleared away their plates, Kevan asked, “Would you like to stay a while longer?” “No, I’m a little tired. I think I’ll go home and sleep. Larissa chuckled. To support her excuse, she covered her mouth and yawned At the same time, Kevan’s phone vibrated. It was a text from his assistant, who had been waiting for him in the cold breeze for an hour. The message read, “Mr. Rogers, when do you need us to release the fireworks?” Larissa had already stood up and was ready to leave. Kevan pursed his lips and quickly replied, “Cancel it. You can deal with them.” Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“How should I deal with them?” His assistant replied instantly. Why did he ask him about such an insignificant matter? Irritated, Kevan typed, “I don’t care ” At that moment, he made a decision that he would get a new assistant tomorrow. On the way back, Larissa could sense Kevan’s oppressive demeanor. However, she couldn’t wrap her mind around why he was upset. She couldn’t recall doing anything that might have offended him Soon, Kevan dropped her off at the entrance of the apartment. “I have plans to meet a friend for drinks. You can head back on your own.” Kevan had consumed alcohol during dinner, so he didn’t drive. He called for his driver instead. Larissa felt that there was nothing more to say and gave a short response. Just as she finished, the car window at the back was immediately closed, hiding Kevan’s cold face. The driver asked, “Mr. Rogers, where are we heading?” Kevan stared at Larissa, who was still standing by the roadside, watching them leave. “Go back to the company.” Confused, the driver thought, “Back to the company? Didn’t he say he was going to drink?”

However, he dared not voice his doubts and did as ordered. He sent Kevan back to Microworks Building. The workers in the presidential office had been preparing to leave after working overtime. They were shocked to see Kevan returning and quickly sat back in their seats. Once Kevan entered the office, he called over Sebastian, the vice president of the Interactive Media Division. Sebastian, who rarely had a day off, was at home, accompanying his son and playing video games. When he received Kevan’s phone call, he hastily put down the game controller. Then, he changed his clothes even though his son was crying in protest. As Sebastian arrived at the company, Kevan called him again and said, “Bring some alcohol.”