Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1840: Chapter 1830: Deliberately Giving Her Things to Do

Enna Clark was quite calm, not intending to argue with them. She nodded and focused on the coffee machine.

The coffee was just ready.

Automatically poured into the cup.

After Enna filled up a cup, she picked it up, turned to the few people too scared to breathe, and said, ”There’s still coffee in the machine. Whoever wants coffee can get it here.”

After all, it was already brewed. Such top-quality coffee beans would be too wasteful not to drink.

They thought they were done for and were bracing for her anger, but unexpectedly, she seemed to have not heard anything and just left after speaking lightly.

It was only after watching her leave that a few people dared to look at each other.

”Did Ms. Clark not hear what we said just now?”

”She probably heard. We’re so close, unless she has issues with her ears.”

”Then why didn’t Ms. Clark get angry? I thought I was done for.”

”I thought I was done for too.”

None of them understood why Enna Clark didn’t get angry, because their experiences with First Young Ladies, whether it was Skye Lawrence or others, were that they generally had pretty big tempers. If offended, their anger would definitely be overwhelming.

So, they instinctively categorized Enna Clark in that group, but Enna surprisingly didn’t hold a grudge against them.

The woman who started the gossip stared in the direction where Enna had departed, her eyes complex, and said, ”I think I know why President Lawrence likes Ms. Clark...”

Her good temperament is a perfect match for the President!

There are many pretty people in the world, but those with genuinely good dispositions are rare.

Ms. Clark happens to be one of those rare types.

...

Enna Clark didn’t know that her unintentional action just changed a lot of people’s views of her. She simply felt there was nothing worth arguing about.

After all, having rumors, people gossiping is normal.

Besides, those people had only objectively commented that her figure wasn’t as good as some model, and they hadn’t said anything excessive.

She couldn’t find any reason to be angry.

As for the coffee, she simply thought it was a shame to waste it, so she told them to help themselves.

Enna Clark, holding the coffee, knocked on the door of the President’s office.

”Come in—” The voice inside was cold, sharp like the strings of a cello, low and pleasant.

Enna pushed the door open and went in.

The large office was just as she remembered: black and white, simple, oozing with an overpowering aura.

The man in a sharp suit sat behind the oversized desk, shifting his gaze from the laptop. He raised his head and looked at her.

Enna walked toward him, placed the coffee in front of him, and said, ”President, your coffee. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving first.”

She didn’t give Baron Lawrence a chance to say anything, leaving the coffee cup and exiting.

She was so quick, as if the office were a raging beast!

As soon as she stepped out, she sighed with relief. Then, someone delivered a thick stack of documents to her small office and said, ”Secretary Clark, could you please compile a report on these reception records?”

”What reception records?” Enna asked, cluelessly taking the thick stack of files.

The person didn’t dare look her in the eye, speaking quickly, ”The reception records for President Lawrence’s itinerary arrangements over the past three years.”

”...Does this kind of thing really need a report?”

”Please take care of it.” The person said and quickly vanished.