Chapter 191
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His phone exploded with replies as the secretaries buzzed with disbelief and excitement.
“What’s going on—did something major happen? Mr. Scott never leaves this early!”
“Wait, does this mean we get to go home on time for once?”
“No way, right? Edwin, you sure about this? Don’t get us all excited if Mr. Scott’s just stepping out for a minute—he practically lives at the office!”
Edwin, being the lead secretary, was typing out a response when he suddenly collided with Dylan ahead. He stuffed his phone away in a flash and blurted out, “Apologies, Mr. Scott!”
Nervously, Edwin glanced up, bracing for a cold reprimand. To his amazement, Dylan wasn’t wearing that usual frosty mask. Instead, there was a genuine smile—something he could hardly process. The infamous poker face, smiling? It felt like a glitch in the matrix.
Dylan, having just fired off a reply to Christina’s message, hardly noticed Edwin’s panic—he was still buoyed by a surprisingly good mood.
In a rare display of generosity, Dylan granted the entire secretarial staff an unexpected half-day reprieve. “You’re all free to leave early once you finish up, and don’t bother coming in until after lunch tomorrow.”
Dylan’s abrupt halt—right in Edwin’s path—had been triggered by a message from Christina, which he’d paused to answer with unusual focus.
After delivering his instructions, Dylan strode away, a small but unmistakable smile curving his lips, leaving Edwin rooted in place, wide-eyed and speechless.
For Edwin, it was as if he’d just witnessed something out of a dream. Could this really be the same Dylan he’d worked with all these years? It felt as if someone else had taken over his body.
Buzzing with disbelief and anticipation, Edwin immediately dropped the news in the department group chat. He explained that Dylan had not only approved an early dismissal but had also granted everyone a free half-day off the next day, as long as their work was done.
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The announcement spread like wildfire, and the entire secretarial team erupted in disbelief.
“Is this a prank? Did someone hack Edwin’s account to mess with us?”
“Edwin, are you serious? Did Mr. Scott really say that? Maybe he’s been bewitched or something! Or worse, is something wrong?”
“What’s wrong with you? Who cares? We’re leaving early and getting a bonus morning off! This is basically a modern miracle!”
“Do you think Mr. Scott’s finally found someone special? Maybe he’s planning a big romantic date, and he’s so happy that he’s letting us go early. If so, his girlfriend is a godsend.”
“Not likely. Mr. Scott has always been all business—he doesn’t care for dating, and he’d never get giddy over anything so simple.”
The truth was, Edwin himself was desperate to uncover the reason behind Dylan’s sudden generosity—but he didn’t dare ask. His curiosity gnawed at him, an itch he couldn’t quite scratch.
Dylan returned to the Banriew Estates villa with a rare spring in his step, but his good mood evaporated the instant he spotted a guest in the living room. The lines on his face sharpened, and his brows flickered just enough to reveal his displeasure. What was Elliott doing here, of all places? Christina hadn’t mentioned a word about Elliott’s presence when they’d spoken earlier.
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