Journey to Happy Ending

Chapter 127 How Dare You Ignore My Call

Belinda found that she had chosen the wrong guy to mess with. He wouldn't let her go after they

shared the most intimate connection. What was more shocking? Duke standing on her front porch at

the crack of dawn.

She massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on. She remembered what he said to her that

morning. 'I need to be prepared? Why? Does he think I'm clay to be molded as he wishes? It was just a

one-night-stand. And hanging up on him should not be a big deal. He did not have the right to threaten

me.' Belinda thought.

The secretary's touch jolted her out of her reverie. "Miss Belinda. Are you listening? What's wrong?"

the secretary asked in a low voice, wondering what diverted her attention in the middle of a meeting.

The expression on Belinda's face told the secretary what she needed to know. She was not paying

attention at all.

"Umm...Nothing. Have you all finished reporting?" If that's it, then you're dismissed." Belinda came

back to her senses and glanced at them. Her imposing manner was back.

"Miss Belinda, Just now the sales manager asked if we should step up the advertising campaign." The

secretary again whispered in her ear, feeling embarrassed by her reactions. Didn't she notice that

everyone was waiting? Instead of responding to the manager, Belinda adjourned the meeting. Again,

she wasn't listening.

"Oh... I'll talk to FX International Group about the advertising campaign. But I want you to know the

advertisement can only be a supplement to our products. It's the quality of our products that matters."

Belinda flipped through the documents in front of her to hide her anxiety.

"Yes, madam. We will strictly monitor the quality of our products." The sales manager replied

respectfully. Although he was much older than Belinda, he was willing to follow the order, as she had

been iron-handed after taking over the company.

"Any more questions? If not, we're done here." Belinda's mind was neither on business, nor on the

embarrassing situation she was in. And she wasn't in the mood to continue the meeting. Duke was

foremost on her mind, and he was a problem.

'Damn it. Why was he always so serious? As adults, a one night stand should not be a big deal.'

Belinda thought to herself.

The senior officials could see that Belinda was not in a good mood. No one dared to say anything even

if there was a question, as they were afraid that Belinda would vent her anger on them.

Belinda picked up the file on the desk and left the meeting room. Her phone rang, and when she saw

the name of the caller she wished the meeting could go on forever.

Belinda let the phone go to voice mail. And no sooner than it stopped did it start ringing again. She

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"Miss Belinda, you are not going to answer it?" The secretary looked at her curiously and wondered

what made her behave so strangely today.

"Umm... It's not important. I don't need to answer it." Belinda frowned, staring at her ringing phone and

lost in thought.

The secretary decided to leave Belinda alone to sort things out. She left the office after piling the

documents neatly on the table. The phone rang a third time.

Belinda sighed, knowing that she couldn't escape this. Belinda finally decided to steel herself for

another argument, and picked up the phone.

On the other side, Duke was on the edge of exploding. His hands were shaking in rage and his eyes

narrowed dangerously.

He thought, 'How dare you ignore my call, Belinda! I'm going to give you a piece of my mind!'

"Hello. This is Belinda speaking." He was about to hang up, but immediately jerked his finger away

from the "end call" button. Belinda panicked but pretended that she didn't know where the call came

from.

"Belinda, what the hell are you doing now?" Duke asked, gnashed his teeth. His rage was obvious.

"Oh! Hi, Duke! I wasn't expecting your call. What's up?" Belinda asked casually. 'Who gave him my

number?' she wondered. 'If I figure out who it was, he or she is doomed.'

Someone in the corner shivered, feeling like he'd been cursed.

"Belinda, stop pretending! Stay put. I'll be right there!" Duke hung up the phone, grabbed his keys, and

stormed out the door.

"Mr Duke, where are you going? You need to sign an important contract later." His assistant reminded

him. This was the same girl who delivered the clothes to the hotel.

"Tell them to postpone it. I've got more important things to do." Duke left the office with all speed. His

long legs allowed him to walk so fast that the assistant found it difficult to keep up with.

"But Mr Duke... Our clients might be on their way already, so changing the time is impossible." The

assistant said with concern. She was following Duke so closely she bumped into him when he stopped

walking.

"Listen, I didn't hire you to question my orders. I need you to help me solve problems. If you don't

understand your job description, then tell me now so I can find someone else." Duke warned the

assistant.

"Yes, sir! I'll negotiate with our clients to change the time right now. Do you need me to hold your

following events as well?" The assistant asked, bowing her head. She did not dare to look at him. She

felt helpless -- she could not disobey his orders. He was the boss. And he took great pride in letting

everyone know it.