No Remarriage for us Stay Away by Livia Storm

Chapter 457 Office Romance

Following that, Madison would hear something that filled her with dread.

"Madison, cto my office,"

Madison opened his mouth, responding in a somewhat listless tone, "Okay."

The intern nearby glanced curiously at Stanley's retreating figure and inquired, "What does Mr. Fuller want with

you?"

"I have no idea. No matter what, I'll find out when | see him. | got to go now." Madison wore a resigned

expression.

She guessed that Stanley was probably seeking her out due to the office romance incident.

She wasn't in a relationship with Connor, but the situation was even more serious than being in a relationship.

No sooner had Stanley stepped into the office than Madison followed him in, head hung low and appearing

somewhat fearful. In an apprehensive voice, she asked, "Mr. Fuller, do you need something from me?"

Stanley settled into his swivel chair behind the desk, tidying up the papers scattered across the surface. It

seemed like a casual inquiry when he asked, "Do you still remember the question | asked you during your

interview?"

"l... | remember, you askedabout my views on office romances," Madison replied, her gaze lowered and

voice barely above a whisper. Her palms were slick with sweat, her heart pounding incessantly.

In essence, she was filled with regret for carelessly allowing Connor to see the medicine bottle.

She had also regretted that Stanley overheard her conversation with the intern earlier.

She figured that this was probably the reason why she was summoned to Stanley's office.

At the office, she interacted mostly with her colleagues and team leader.

As for Stanley, aside from that one tat the interview, she had only seen him twice at regular meetings,

where his exuded a commanding aura. "What was your response back then?"

Stanley set the document aside, his fingers interlocked, and along with his elbows, rested on the table. He

looked up to meet Madison's gaze.

"If | were to work at the company, | would certainly adhere to its rules and regulations, never knowingly breaking

them."

As Madison's words fell, the office fell silent. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Madison held her breath, her hands tightly clutching the hem of her dress. She stared at her own toes, not daring

to move a muscle, let alone lift her head.

If she were to be dismissed from a large corporation like Fuller Group during her internship, her future job

prospects would be bleak.

Thus, Madison grew increasingly anxious.

For sreason, she was reminded of a tback in high school when the teacher would announce they

needed a student to answer a question. Each classmate would lower their heads, wishing they could hide

themselves in their desks to avoid making eye contact with the teacher.

The resulting silence in the classroom was eerie.

Only after the teacher had called out a nwould the students who weren't called breathe a sigh of relief,

while silently sympathizing with the student whose nwas mentioned.

Stanley's gaze landed on Madison, scanning her from head to toe. Her had no makeup on, while her clothes were

loose-fitting.

"Why do young people these days seem to enjoy wearing baggy clothes? Is this skind of trend?"

Seeing her looking nervous, Stanley was reminded of how pale and tense she looked the day she narrowly

missed being hit by a car.

He chuckled. "Seems like you have quite a good memory."

Madison tugged at the corner of her mouth, feeling even more self-conscious. "Thank you for the compliment,

Mr. Fuller."

Stanley subtly hinted, "I recall your university grades were quite impressive, weren't they? You were almost

eligible for guaranteed admission, right?"

"Mmm-hmm."

Madison's major only had two spots for guaranteed admissions, which was allocated based on the cumulative

results over three years.

Madison ranked third, just a fraction of a point shy of second place.

Politics and sports were her weakest subjects, which pulled her scores down significantly. If one were to consider

only the subjects of her major, she would have ranked second. Unfortunately, the rules were determined by the

department head.

"Given your academic performance, you could probably get into a pretty good school if you considered further

studies. Haven't you thought about it?"

Madison wasn't sure why Stanley brought up this topic. "No, | wanted to start earning money as soon as

possible."

"It seems you're a person with goals, but | suspect you'll probably settle down and start a family only after

working for a few years."

Madison tugged at the corner of her lips, her silence an implicit acknowledgment.

Why is the conversation so different from what | have imagined?

Stanley looked at her silent figure, leaning back with his hand resting on the armrest. He spoke in an insinuating

tone. "Previously, in our department, there was this assistant manager. She got married and had a child a couple

of years ago, and now she's a homemaker. She was a

a very capable individual, so it was quite a pity. People, especially women, tend to get swept up by their families

after marriage and childbirth, don't you think?"

"You're right, Mr. Fuller."

Madison wasn't sure what his motive was for saying this, but she found herself agreeing with him. After careful

consideration, she decided to keep the child, skipping the step of marriage altogether.

Stanley studied her expression. Seeing that she truly understood, he then said, "Alright, you can go now."

Stanley's gaze fell onto the computer screen, as if he was planning to work overtime.

"Huh?" Madison suddenly looked up, her face filled with surprise.

Is that it?

"What do mean by huh? If you don't want to get off work, then stay back and work overtime."

"No, I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Mr. Fuller."

Madison vanished in a flash.

Watching her comical silhouette, Stanley couldn't help but chuckle.

After leaving the office, Madison let out a long sigh of relief.

She had thought that she was going to get a thorough scolding and might even face dismissal. However, to her

surprise, Stanley merely gave her a slap on the wrist.

It seems like | should maintain my distance from Connor in the future.

When she cto work on Monday, Madison noticed that Connor's seat was empty, causing her heart to skip a

beat.

Could it be that Connor was fired?

She subtly inquired with her colleague.

Her coworker said, "Connor? He's on a business trip with Mr. Fuller. Initially, he wasn't the one chosen for the trip.

I'm not sure why Mr. Fuller decided to bring him along." "Oh, | see." Madison breathed a sigh of relief.

In the main terminal of Jacaster International Airport, a tall and imposing man had been standing at the arrival

gate for a while.

The area nearby was bustling with people coming and going, and every so often, someone would cast a glance

his way.

The man lifted his arm to glance at his watch. Far from showing any signs of impatience, his anticipation only

grew as the tdrew near.

Right then, an airport announcement blared out.

Not long after, the passengers who had just disembarked from the flight emerged from the corridor.

The man's expression remained unchanged, yet his gaze ceaselessly scoured the crowd for someone.

Zachary's expression gradually hardened, as he failed to catch sight of the person he had been eagerly

anticipating.

One by one, passengers emerged from the arrival gate.

In the end, only a handful of people were left, strolling leisurely. None of them were the ones he wished to see.

Zachary pursed his lips, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Lenora's number.

Suddenly, the ring of a cell phone echoed from behind, causing him to turn around.

He was greeted by the sight of Lenora standing awkwardly, head bowed as she frantically tried to lower the

volon her phone.

She slipped her phone back into her

pocket, intending to continue tiptoeing forward silently. However as she lifted her head, she found

herselfmeeting Zachary's gaze, which held a hint of amusement.

Lenora's expression froze momentarily. She broke into a wry smile, and shrugged in exasperation. "If | had

known, | wouldn't have turned on my phone so quickly."

Zachary approached her, a sly smile playing on his lips. "What were you planning to do if | hadn't seen you?" he

asked.

"lI wasn't plan on doing anything. I just wanted to give you a little scare."

"Where's your luggage?"

"It's already in the car."

Seeing Zachary's confused expression, Lenora chuckled and said, "Actually, | took the previous flight back."

"Did you deliberately givethe wrong flight information?" Zachary raised an eyebrow, a hint of danger

flashing in his eyes.

"Not exactly," she explained, "they

flight was overbooked, so | was

bumped up to the previous one. thought about letting you know, but then figured it wasn't a big deal."

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"Hmph, I'll have my revenge tonight!" Zachary gave her a meaningful glance, the implication of his words telling.

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