Babel Novel
Chapter 2306
Chapter 2306
When Sebastian Brenand saw the call, he immediately picked up. He then leaned lazily against his chair. "What is it, Stanley? Did you miss me?" "We haven't met up in a while. Let's have dinner tonight at seven o'clock. Take Rachel with you. We'll be dining at Room 808 in Palace Hotel,” Stanley Batton said.
Sebastian would have directly agreed when his friend extended an invite like this in the past.
However, he didn't hesitate at all to reject him today. "Sorry, but I can't make it. I've been so busy lately that I only have time to spend with my wife at night. That's what I'll be doing after work.
"I'll take a raincheck and meet up with you guys some other time, okay? I'll go to your office and drink with you another day if you missed me that much," he suggested with a laugh.
"You know I don't drink during office hours," his friend replied drily.
"In that case, I'll drink while you watch me."
"Fine, whatever you want," Stanley agreed before quickly hanging up.
Sebastian set his phone aside and resumed work, feeling motivated by the thought of seeing his wife at home right after work.
He would feel particularly at ease no matter how tired he was whenever he thought about Rachel Wood.
Ring, ring, ring—
His office's direct line started ringing on his desk, prompting him to answer swiftly.
"Mr. Brenand, your mother is downstairs, demanding to meet you. What do I do?" his assistant informed him.
"Kick her out," he instructed coolly.
"The two receptionists did as you instructed, Sir. They told her you were not in the office and asked her to leave, but she had refused. That's why the matter came into my hands."
Sebastian had given specific instructions to his staff in advance to avoid anyone from his family finding him here, including the usual excuses to give anyone claiming to be his parents.
Two days ago, this worked, but apparently, she wasn't buying it this time.
Pinching his forehead, he let out a sigh. "All right, let her in."
Sebastian wanted to see what trouble his mother would cause in front of him.
He would end this once again and say whatever he should have said.
Approximately ten minutes later, the door to his office opened.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
His mother stormed in and approached him.
Sebastian appeared calm as he proceeded to sign a document without sparing her a single glance.
His mother was already upset from being turned away by the receptionists repeatedly. Now she was practically fuming to see him acting this way.
Her facial expression turned gloomy.
"Sebastian, what is the meaning of
this? Can't you see that I'm here? Don't you know how to greetca person?"
He smirked while closing a folder lazily, fixing his gaze on her face. "A person? Are you a person? Why wasn't I aware of that?"
His mother instantly seethed at his words.
She dashed toward him and slapped him across the face.
However, he didn't flinch. He wasn't even angry. Instead, he pressed his tongue against his cheek. "What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?"
"Is this how you should talk to me?"
"How else should I talk to you? Should I talk to you after I pay my respects at your grave?" he asked sarcastically.
"Pay your respects? Are you cursing me?"
"I can't help it if that's what you think," he replied.
"You b*stard!"
"Don't be upset. After all, like mother, like son," he said.
"I'm not here to argue with you, Sebastian! Your father is sick, and he might not make it this time. Are you sure you don't want to visit him?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm sure."