My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 952

I was stunned for a moment and tried to cover up my embarrassment with a smile. Then I answered, "Yesterday, I met an old friend and had a few drinks with him. Then, we got so high that we spent the whole night at the bar."

I knew that this excuse was a bit far-fetched, but I couldn't find anything else suitable.

He looked at me, but did not say anything. His dark eyes bore into me, which made me feel numb.

In order to alleviate my embarrassment, I asked him, "Mr. Milton, have you had breakfast?"

I had forgotten that my current job was to be responsible for this big boss's every meal.

He didn't speak, seemingly not wanting to talk to me. Instead, he turned around and went straight into his own office.

After thinking for a while, I went downstairs to buy some breakfast. When I came back, I saw that Sebastian was not in.

I didn't see Linda, but later I remembered that I had a meeting that morning, so I hurriedly went into the conference room.

As soon as I entered, the person presenting stopped. I was a little awkward. I looked up and saw that everyone in the conference room was looking at me.

How embarrassing!

I couldn't help but apologize, "Sorry to interrupt! Apologies for being late."

Sebastian sat at the front, staring at me. Then he signaled for the presenters to continue with their speech.

The meeting stretched through the morning and was torturous to sit through. Finally, it was over, but before I could leave, Sebastian stopped me.

"Arianna Reid!"

I stopped in my tracks and turned back to look at him. I smiled awkwardly, "Yes, Mr. Milton!"

"Did you forget that we had a meeting today?" He asked me seriously.

I nodded and shook my head again. Feeling a little helpless, I said, "Mr. Milton, I'm sorry. It was my mistake. I promise I won't do it next time."

He pursed his lips. "You had worked for the Roberts Group and Granger Groups, which spoke for your abilities, so I bypassed the usual processes and gave you a position directly. However, that doesn't mean that the Milton Group’ s rules and regulations are just child's play.

Was it a guilty pleasure, or just a preference?

"Oh, Mr. Milton has to eat breakfast a little earlier than usual. He has a weak stomach, and hence he gets gastric pain easily. So, you have to always have gastric pills on standby for him!"

Looking at Linda walking away, I remained stunned. I went back to the office, and handed the sorted documents to Sebastian.

Seeing his pale face, I thought that he was still angry, so I said cautiously, "Mr. Milton, I have read these documents. There are no problems, I just need your sign-off on them."

He nodded, not looking at me. He continued to look at the documents, and I noticed that he had been clutching his abdomen.

Thinking back to what Linda had said, I finally realized that it was not anger, but rather a gastric attack.

Seeing him pour over the documents seriously, I took a moment to consider things. Then, I took out a few candies from my pocket and put them in front of him. I apologized to him, "Mr. Milton, I'm sorry about what happened today. Here's some candy, I'll go out to buy some medicine and food for you."

He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me, his dark eyes were like shining obsidian. He raised his brows and smirked, "Did Linda tell you?"