Chase picked up the phone buzzing on his desk.
His face, which had just cleared from cloudy to sunny, instantly turned stormy again. He slammed the documents in his hand hard onto the desk.
Everyone held their breath, afraid that in the next second, he would take his anger out on them.
The director who was reporting froze. His large face went deathly pale, thinking he had said something wrong.
For a moment, he didn't know what to do. Beads of sweat as large as soybeans appeared on his forehead.
Chase said coldly, "Continue."
But Chase's heart had long since flown elsewhere. He had no interest in listening to the report.
He typed into the search bar: How to make a girl change her mind. Then: What to do when your wife is angry.
After searching for a long time, he still couldn't find
