Chapter 58 Changes in the Iceberg CEO
The mist rose in the sparkling eyes of Little Bun, reflecting his reluctance and anticipation. The tip of Emma’s nose tingled, her eyes reddened, but she finally melted into a sweet crescent–shaped smile. She comforted him softly. “Little Bun, your sister will come back one day. Be a good boy–”
Little Bun blinked at her with wide eyes. He held onto Emma and pulled George with one hand, saying, ““Let’s make a pinky promise. We promise not to change for a hundred years. Whoever changes is a puppy–
Emma winked at him and gave him a light pat on the head, instantly warming Little Bun’s fragile heart. George’s soft, starry gaze lingered between them, filled with a mix of hidden amusement and seriousness
Years later, when George began to paint mountains full of blooming flowers, the artwork depicted the silhouettes of four people holding hands, heading toward romantic seas of flowers. It was a family of three, plus Little Dun, forming a beautiful and blissful piece.
People offered high prices for this painting, but George coldly rejected them, saying, “Not for sale, its priceless!” When a journalist asked him, “Mr. Stew, is this a family of four? George simply chuckled without answering. Of course, that’s a story for another time.
The next day, everyone boarded the bus for the return journey. Upon arriving in town, dozens of Instagram messages flooded Emma’s phone. She opened them, most from Lisa and a few from her parents.
“Little Emma, I didn’t expect you to be living so comfortably in the West. You even got the title Most Beautiful Medical Envoy Girl, I’m so happy for you!”
Little Emma, you promised to treat me to a lavish meal when you return to Boston, remember?”
“Sis has something to discuss with you. Can I borrow your ‘Most Beautiful Medical Envoy title to hype myself a bit? In return, Ell treat you to a meal. Also. those evening gowns from my studio are waiting for you to model when you come back. Hahaha…”
“You better not refuse, or else we’re turning our backs on each other, sis—
[Little Emma, I miss you, when can you come back?]
[Did you forget about your sister? When can you come back to Boston?]
[Well Little Emma, David asked for your Instagram ID. Should I give it to him? I don’t want to, but as you know, he’s my boss now. I can’t refuse, so i recommended your Instagram contact to him. You won’t blame me, right? Also, about sending the gifts given to your parents us cashback to him, it’s awkward for me to do that, Why don’t you clear this up with him once he’s connected with you on instagram…]
ou trying to sell me out?
Emma rubbed her forehead as she finished reading her Instagram messages, thinking to herself: Lisa, Lisa, are you trying to
She replied. [Lisa. Lisa, +Angry Annoyed Emoji, I’m heading to the airport and will be back in Boston soon]
Seeing her dad’s text on Instagram, she shook off her fatigue. Could it be that her mother knew about her relationship with Luc and supported her in divorcing him?
She trembled, almost in tears. This was the first piece of good news she received from the West. Quickly wiping her tears, she typed a reply to her father:
[Dad. Mom agreed?? But didn’t she always regard Lucas her son? Why would she agree?]
[Dad, I’m heading to the airport now. I’ll be back in Boston tomorrow. Let’s talk then 1
In her understanding, her mother wasn’t the kind to concede easily. Throughout her life, whether with a neighbor or a relative, she always wanted to surpass others Now that she was going to be a divorcee, wouldn’t this embarrass her? She didn’t cry or make a fuss?
She was curious about how her father managed to calm her mother.
Father Johnson didn’t have a chance to check Instagram immediately since he was busy at the shop. Naturally, he couldn’t reply to his daughter right away.
She noticed a new friend request on Instagram Without guessing, she knew who it was
She hesitated whether to accept or not. What would happen if she accepted?
She didn’t want any more entanglements with han, but she needed to return the cash value of those gifts. Lisa didn’t want to be the mediator, so after contemplating. Emma accepted David’s friend request
Meanwhile, David was in a meeting with various department heads in the conference room on the 66th floor of the King Base Building of Harper Enterprise
When the announcement popped up on instagram, something struck him suddenly. He stared at his mobile screen and raised his hand to indicate a pau His deep eyes fuckered with a ladden glow as he gazed unblinkingly at his phone screen. After a moment, he slowly lowered his hand.
Allan Moore, the head of the Manufacturing Technology Department, stood at the podium and saw his gesture, immediately halting the data reading from the PowerPoint Everyone looked at each other in confusion, wondering why they had been halted.
Allan, with an embarrassed expression, wondered if he had said something wrong. He quickly flipped through the raw data sheet before him, checking the data in the table again and examining it carefully. Finding something missing, his heart started to flutter analously.
+ Your
David, with a pair of deep eyes filled with unusual warmth, felt his heart swell at the sight. It was the person he had longed for who had accepted his Instagram friend request. His heart seemed to be infused with sweet warmth in an instant, beating rapidly.
Everyone looked at the young Mr. Harper in unison. When had they ever seen him wear such a valuable smile? Normally, his indifferent face was cold enough to make people shudder. His eyes, dark and profound like a galaxy, carried a keen edge that one dared not confront directly.
Standing at the podium, Allan tucked in his neck and stuttered: “M–Mr. Harper, I’m sorry. I forgot to list Barium Carbonate in the raw material data just now. I’ve just added it, and there won’t be any mistakes this time”
The heads of all departments present fell silent, not even dating to breathe too loudly. Mr. Harper was very strict with each department. Old Allan was the head of the Manufacturing Technology Department. Didn’t he know how important raw material data were? If one item was missing, the finished product
would be substandard, causing losses to the group possibly counting in billions
Hadn’t the data gone through several rounds of review? How could such a basic error be made? Everyone gave him a ‘good luck, old Allan!‘ look.
The silence in the conference room was palpable. Everyone was racking their brains over what punishment young Mr. Harper would give to Old Allan.
Perhaps Old Allan would be demoted to a third or fourth–tier production line to work as a supervisor?
Old Allan looked pleadingly at David’s assistant, Alex Devoo, behind him. Assistant Alex adjusted his glasses and lowered his eyelids, a gesture symbolizing his helplessness.
–
If it was a minor issue, he would have been able to step in and say a few words. However, the mistake Old Allan made was not only basic but also
significant, and Mr. Harper’s cousin Mr. Jake, the Chief Officer – was always watching Young Mr. Harper from the shadows, waiting to catch a mistake
to report to Harper’s father.
if Jake had let Old Allan off easily, Chief Jake might have made a note in his little book against Mr. Harper.
Just as everyone was expecting the furious wrath of young Mr. Harper, David simply said, “Let it not happen again!
What’s going on? Just like that…
No way, such a huge mistake occurred and Young Mr. Harper just lightly dismissed it saying, do not let it happen again? That’s it?
No way, is this the same David, the icy domineering CEO we know?
The crowd stared at David’s handsome face in astonishment, trying to find any hint of conspiracy in his expression.
Assistant Alex, however, gently adjusted his glasses, assessing Harper through the lenses. Mr. Harper, seems a bit different today
