NOVPUBChapter 961: Chapter 961: You’re Such a Superficial Person_1 Chapter 961: Chapter 961: You’re Such a Superficial Person_1 What?
Does Wallace Martin also think he’s getting old?
Therefore, the resentful Lyke Zhekova, there and then, dumped a ton of work on Martin.
So much that he almost had to sleep in the office.
And to this day, Martin still had no idea that the reason Zhekova piled on the work was because he had eavesdropped on Martin’s phone conversation with Mrs.
Martin.
Martin till today still believes that it was indeed a very busy period full of work back then.
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“The matter also depends on both parties’ feelings and destiny.
What if I happened to like Miss Lewis?
With your permission, wouldn’t I go after her without any worries?” said Martin.
“Firstly, although I don’t know much about Miss Lewis or am familiar with her, her outstanding ability is enough for my admiration.
Besides, her good looks!” he said sheepishly with a chuckle.
He twisted his waist, assuming a coy pose, and said: “She’s truly my type.”
Lyke Zhekova: “….”
“Alright, stop twisting.
It makes me feel sick.” Zhekova retorted.
“I didn’t expect you to be so shallow, only caring about looks,” Zhekova said, rather dismissively.
“Yes, I am indeed quite shallow,” admitted Martin unabashedly.
But in his mind, he said, ‘You are no different from me!’
Don’t you also find young girls attractive?
Of course, even if he had the guts, Martin wouldn’t dare to utter these words today.
He felt that he had enough of poking the tiger today.
It was best not to provoke any further.
Lyke Zhekova: “….”
“CEO, what’s your opinion?” Martin asked expectantly, his eyes fixated on Zhekova.
“I think you need to head to the office!” Zhekova was so annoyed he almost hurled something at Martin.
Zhekova had no idea that, at this moment, his thoughts aligned miraculously with Mrs.
Martin.
He uttered the exact same words that Mrs.
Martin had said before.
Martin too felt a sense of familiarity; as if he had heard this phrase before.
“CEO?” Martin continued to ask glumly.
Zhekova took a deep breath and said, “Just give up any ideas of pursuing Peggy Lewis.”
On hearing this, the gossipmonger in Martin was immediately set ablaze.
“CEO!” exclaimed Martin, his voice filled with excitement.
If the CEO, once an invincible bachelor, was finally ready to shed his single status, it would indeed be a joyous occasion.
Moreover, he must relay this news to CEO’s father, to share the good news with Third Old Master Zhekova.
Martin was uncertain if the CEO would become gentler at work once he was no longer single.
But he did know for sure that Third Old Master Zhekova would certainly be elated, and would likely reward him handsomely!
Considering the close relationship between the Zhekova Family Matriarch and the CEO’s family, it was also possible that the Old Madam might reward him.
Martin was already rubbing his hands in anticipation.
At this moment, Zhekova had calmed down and said in a firm voice, “This matter, even if I agreed, wouldn’t make a difference.”
“Why?” persisted Martin.
“Don’t you know?
Peggy Lewis is a good friend of Cindy Clarke, very good friends.
So good that their relationship is closer than even real sisters,” replied Zhekova smugly.
Martin: “…..”
If you dared to make a move on Peggy Lewis, even Cindy Clarke wouldn’t let you go unpunished,” said Zhekova.
“Cindy Clarke takes her friendship with Lewis very seriously and absolutely won’t allow any harm to come to her.”
“So, give up on her,” said Zhekova.
He secretly praised his own cleverness in his heart.
In such a crucial moment, he had thought up this brilliant excuse.
“Lyke Zhekova, you certainly know tricks!”
“Thumb up!”
“I…
I am not one of those scumbag men!
Why assume I would harm Miss Lewis?
If we truly got together, I’d be sure to treat Miss Lewis exceptionally well!” said Martin, wronged.
“If I am dating now, it would definitely be with the intention of marriage,” Martin pledged eagerly.
“After all, I am not very young anymore.”
“….” Zhekova, now at the limit of his patience, flung a file in front of Martin and snapped, “Go finish your work at once!
Stop wasting time here!”
Seeing Zhekova on the verge of exploding, Martin grabbed the file and made haste to the door.
“Wait,” Zhekova called after him.
“CEO?” Martin stood at the door, turning around to look at him.
“Don’t get any ideas about Peggy Lewis, understood?”, Zhekova warned again, clearly anxious.
“Understood,” Martin assured, “I will leave and do my work now, CEO!”
Then, Martin hastily left, remembering to close the door behind him.
As soon as he left, Zhekova slumped back in his chair, rubbing his eyes, exhaustion written all over his face.
Others’ assistants might give them respite from worries.
But why is his own assistant so troublesome?
Wait a minute!
Zhekova pondered over what Martin had just said.
Martin had said that he was not young anymore.
What does he mean?
Martin is only 29 years old, and he’s already considering himself old?
Then what about him, at the ripe age of 37?
Does Martin truly think he’s an old man or something?
Zhekova turned the conversation over in his mind.
He once again thought of a sentence Martin had said, about dating someone with the intention of marriage.
Though Martin didn’t mention Peggy Lewis in that sentence….
Zhekova couldn’t help himself from substituting her in.
Every time he thought about Peggy Lewis dating with marriage in mind and eventually getting married…
Even if it was not with Martin, it would still be with someone else.
If it was Martin, at least the developments would happen under his watch. 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝒃.𝒄𝒐𝙢
He would know what was happening and how far things had progressed.
He could always stay in the loop.
But if it was someone else, someone he didn’t know…
He would be left in the dark.
The thought of Peggy Lewis being in love with someone and marrying him, living with him…
Being held by someone, laughing with him, interacting intimately…
Perhaps even, engaging in much more intimate activities…
Lyke Zhekova was inexplicably irritated.
A violent outburst loomed around him, he felt like flipping the table.
Zhekova felt a surge of heat coursing through his body, his tie felt like it was strangling him.
He loosened his tie, finally allowing himself to breathe a little.
Zhekova then stood and stared out of the window for a while.
Later, he returned to his desk, drummed his fingers on the desk and pressed the interphone button.
