Chapter 803: The Power of the Playboy

Ashley pursed her lips, unwilling to agree. "I'll attend the banquet the day after tomorrow."

Ashley also knew she couldn't push Paul too hard. "Fine, you handle it yourself then."

Paul said, "After I get married, Mom, you should divorce him and return to the States."

Ashley was shocked and looked at Paul in surprise.

Paul spoke very seriously and solemnly, "I'll find a suitable person to marry as soon as possible. Aren't you worried about me being alone here? Once I'm married, I'll have my wife with me, so you don't need to worry."

Paul added, "Divorce him and go back to the States. Don't have any contact with Joseph anymore. I'll handle everything here."

"I'll make sure Joseph pays a heavy price. And Preston too."

Paul laid out his plans in a serious and solemn tone, each one meant to protect her as his mother, which made Ashley's eyes well up with tears.

Her son had grown up.

"Paul, I'm sorry I didn't find you a good father." Ashley threw herself into Paul's arms.

Paul reverted to his usual carefree smile. "If you had found someone else to be my dad, then you wouldn't have such a sweet, adorable, and filial son like me."

Ashley rolled her eyes at him.

The thing she regretted most in her life, besides hastily marrying Joseph out of spite, was not divorcing him when she found out he had a mistress and an illegitimate child.

Maybe if she had divorced him firmly back then and taken Paul back to the States, it would have hurt Paul less.

Her barely maintained marriage, aside from giving Paul a complete family, didn't let Paul feel much love from his father.

The next day, Paul went to work at the Thomas Group.

He lazily reported to the HR department and then strolled into the sales department.

Everyone knew he was the true heir of the Thomas Group, so they treated him with utmost respect. Even the sales manager, Holden Bennett, didn't dare assign him any work.

Everyone in the sales department was busy, while Paul, bored, took out his phone and played a few games.

Eventually tired of playing, he stretched, got up, and walked into Holden's office.

Seeing him enter, Holden quickly ended his call with a client and smiled obsequiously.

"Mr. Watson, why are you here?"

"Am I not allowed in?" Paul sat down, crossed his legs, and gave him a casual glance.

Holden, a shrewd middle-aged man with blonde hair, smiled and poured Paul a glass of water.

"Of course, you can come in," Paul said.

Paul took a sip of water. "I've been playing for so long, finally got some water. By the way, why haven't you assigned me any work? Which clients am I handling?"

Holden's eyes darted around as he smiled ingratiatingly. "Mr. Watson, please don't make it difficult for me. You're here to experience life at the company. How could I dare assign you any work? Just enjoy yourself here, and if you need anything, let others get it for you. After a year, you'll be promoted."

Paul frowned slightly but quickly relaxed.

They were all treating him like a playboy, but he really was a playboy.

Paul put his feet up on the desk and leaned back comfortably in the chair. "If I don't do any work, my father will scold me again. Give me some easy tasks."

Holden thought for a moment, troubled. "Alright, I'll give you some documents to organize on the computer."

"Bring them over," Paul said.

Holden found some useless documents from the cabinet and handed them to Paul.

"Just input these into the computer and make a spreadsheet."

"Okay."

After a while, seeing that Paul hadn't left, Holden cautiously asked, "Aren't you going out?"

"Why go out?" Paul looked around and said with satisfaction, "It's nice here. Good air, good view, good air conditioning. I'll work here from now on. Just give me some simple tasks every day."

"What?" Holden was stunned.

On his first day, Paul had taken over his office!

Holden was on the verge of tears but had no choice. The higher-ups had instructed not to let Paul handle core clients. Since he was a playboy, they just needed to give him some work to keep him busy.

A few minutes later, Holden came out with his belongings and sat at Paul's desk.

Paul glanced outside, exuding an air of disdain. "If they treat me like a playboy, I'll show them what a playboy can do."

Paul tossed the document aside, walked out of the office, and called in a blonde beauty.

The beauty blinked her pretty eyes. "Mr. Watson, what can I do for you?"

Paul pointed to the document on the desk. "Input this into the computer and make a spreadsheet."

"What?" She was confused.

"Can't you do it?" Paul frowned.

"I can."

"Then do it."

After speaking, Paul drew the curtains, lay down on the sofa, and started playing games.

In the game, a girl with a cute voice kept calling him "baby," making Paul feel goosebumps.

"Mr. Watson, it's done," the woman called out.

Paul got up. "Do me another favor."

"What?"

"Move that thing over here. This layout is terrible." Paul complained while directing her to move things around.

From the time she went in to an hour later when she came out.

Everyone saw the beauty painting, her face flushed, her hair disheveled, and her clothes wrinkled. They immediately understood everything.

Half an hour later, another beauty was called in.

An hour later, this beauty came out, panting and flushed like the first one.

Everyone's expressions changed again.

Oh my god, Paul was too much. An hour each time, and another round after just half an hour.

Paul looked at the newly arranged office, still not satisfied.

'Forget it, I will get someone to redecorate tomorrow.' He thought inwardly.

So, in just one day, Paul's actions spread throughout the company.

Someone with an agenda reported it to Joseph.

Joseph slammed his hand on the desk. "Bastard!"

Paul was simply an untrainable waste.

Preston, who was reporting to Joseph, lowered his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips.

Holden, with a bitter face, said, "Mr. Thomas, if this continues, all the female employees in my sales department will be ruined by Mr. Watson."

Joseph, his head throbbing with anger, got up and walked out.

Holden, a few other managers, and Preston followed behind Joseph.

The group arrived at the sales department, where Paul was asking a beauty a question. To Joseph, it looked like Paul was flirting.

He went up and grabbed Paul's arm, raising his hand to slap him.

Paul quickly dodged, and the slap landed on his back.

He forcefully shook off Joseph's hand.

Joseph staggered, and Preston stepped forward to support him.

Seeing so many people, Paul leaned against the desk. "I'm truly honored to have so many executives come to see a lowly salesman like me."