Chapter 60

Elsie watched as Ronald's figure vanished from her sight.

She didn't want any more drama with him; she just wanted a peaceful life.

Without a second thought, Elsie locked the door to the rooftop.

The sharp click of the metal lock echoed through the quiet hallway, reaching Ronald's ears.

Ronald stopped in his tracks, his face darkening.

He hadn't expected Elsie to be so desperate to avoid him that she'd lock the door.

Just yesterday, they were tangled up in bed, and today she didn't even want to see him.

A surge of anger flared in his chest as he clenched his teeth and fists.

He wanted to storm back up and confront her, but he decided it wasn't worth it.

He turned and left.

Back in his car, he slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

He started the engine, and the black Maybach shot out like a bullet.

He headed back to the office.

Ronald dove into work.

In the afternoon, he called a meeting with all the executives.

The atmosphere in the conference room was tense; everyone was on edge, afraid of setting off their unpredictable CEO.

Ronald sat at the head of the table, tapping his fingers on the surface, creating a dull rhythm.

Harlan, the marketing manager, was presenting the quarterly report.

Ronald seemed to be casually flipping through the documents.

But his mind was elsewhere, filled with thoughts of Elsie.

Suddenly, Ronald's tapping stopped.

He looked up sharply, his gaze piercing as he stared at Harlan, his tone icy.

"Harlan, are you sure the overseas market share went up by 12% in the second quarter?"

Harlan froze, sweat instantly forming on his forehead.

He quickly checked the report in his hands, stammering, "Y-yes, Mr. York, the report shows a 12% increase."

Ronald let out a cold laugh and tossed the document onto the table.

"Harlan, you better look again. Did you mix up the market share data for Aquilonia and Veridian?"

Harlan's face turned pale as he reviewed the report again.

"Sorry, Mr. York, I've made a mistake about the the market share data for Aquilonia and Veridian."

The conference room fell silent; everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

"Harlan, I hope this is the last time," Ronald's voice was cold and devoid of emotion.

"If this kind of mistake happens again, you can pack your things and leave."

Harlan nodded quickly, relieved.

Ronald added, "Continue with your report."

The meeting resumed, but Ronald's eyes remained on his phone.

Ronald felt uneasy and sent a message to Elsie.

Ronald: [I was just outside your building. Why didn't you come down?]

Five minutes passed, and Elsie still hadn't replied.

Ronald's face grew darker, and the temperature in the room grew tense.

The executives were all on edge, not daring to make a sound.

Harlan's voice grew quieter until it was almost a whisper.

The room was silent, except for the cold data projections on the wall.

Everyone pretended to study the documents intently, but they were all secretly watching Ronald's expression.

Mr. York's mood swings were unpredictable, and no one wanted to provoke him.

"Today's meeting is over. If there are any more errors in the reports, your quarterly bonuses will be docked."

Ronald stormed out of the conference room.

Meanwhile, Elsie returned to her apartment from the rooftop and tossed the black card onto the table.

The cold metal card looked like trash to her, glaring and annoying.

She wouldn't spend a penny of Ronald's money!

It was she who initiated the divorce; she sought to sever ties with Ronald completely, and thus she would not take a single penny from him.

Elsie opened her phone and placed an order on a delivery app.

She filled in the recipient's address as the York Group Building.

She wrote Ronald's name and added a note: [Returning to the owner.]

She put the black card in an envelope and handed it to the courier.

Elsie felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

No matter what happened between her and Ronald last night, they were not meant to be. It was better for both of them to move on.

Back at the office, Ronald irritably loosened his tie and threw it onto the couch.

Elsie's attitude infuriated him, but he was helpless.

He picked up his phone again and typed a message: [Elsie, we need to talk.]

Elsie still didn't reply.

Ronald was so angry he nearly threw his phone.

He couldn't believe Elsie could be so stubborn!

Just then, the desk phone rang.

"Mr. York, the front desk says there's a courier with a package for you," Teddy's voice came through the phone.

"Bring it up."

Ronald rubbed his temples; he had no patience for trivial matters right now.

Soon, Teddy walked in with an envelope and placed it on Ronald's desk.

"Mr. York, this is..."

Teddy was puzzled; the envelope looked ordinary, not like anything important.

Ronald opened the envelope and found a black credit card inside.

He recognized it immediately as the card he had given Elsie that day.

A wave of anger surged through him.

Ronald stood up abruptly and slammed the envelope onto the desk. "What does she mean by this?"

Teddy was startled; he rarely saw Ronald lose his composure like this.

"Mr. York, please calm down..."

"How can I calm down? What does Elsie want? Does she really want nothing to do with me?"

Ronald gritted his teeth. His good intentions had been taken as an insult, and he was furious. "She sent the card back. What is she trying to do?"

Ronald stood by the window, his rage noticeable.

Teddy didn't dare speak; he could see Ronald was in a rage, and anything he said would be wrong.

Ronald swept a stack of papers off his desk in frustration, scattering them everywhere.

Teddy stood by, not daring to make a sound, even breathing quietly.

He was terrified that with one wrong move, he would become the target of Ronald's wrath.

He carefully bent down to pick up the papers and put them back in order.

He silently prayed that Elsie would reply soon.

Otherwise, the office atmosphere would remain oppressive.

Elsie fed Spud and changed the cat litter.

In the afternoon, she called a car to take her to the rehabilitation center; it was her treatment day.

As Elsie walked into the hospital, a faint lavender scent greeted her, easing her tense nerves.

"Elsie, you're here." Bruce walked out of the treatment room, a gentle smile on his face.

Elsie nodded at him and signed. "Bruce, how are you feeling today?"

Bruce smiled. "Not bad. How about you? Feeling any better these past few days?"