Chapter 49 His Boss Was Married
Looking at the small garden on the balcony in front of him, Hubert said lightly, "In the future, if we change it to a villa, you can plant roses in the yard. When they cover the walls and bloom, it will be very beautiful."
Teresa said with a smile, "The current housing price is like a rocket, soaring beyond our reach. I don't even have enough money to buy a boutique house. How dare I think of a villa?"
Of course, she would still think about it, but only in her dream. If one was rich, who wouldn't want to live in a villa, a detached house, without being influenced by others?
When they lived in this kind of house, if there was too much movement upstairs or downstairs, they would be affected to some extent.
Hubert fell silent.
The house they were living in now was bought temporarily to marry her. Before that, he had lived in a large villa.
"Hubert, you go and have breakfast first, I'll eat it after I water the flowers."
Hubert nodded and went back to the dining hall.
The breakfast Teresa cooked was very simple, but she changed it every day to ensure that he wouldn't get tired of it. Her cooking skills were good and even a simple breakfast tasted delicious.
Hubert felt that he had eaten too many delicacies. Now Teresa's breakfast or home-cooked food made him feel good.
Hubert went out first today. As soon as he arrived at the company, he met Morgan. Morgan winked at him when he saw him. Hubert was expressionless.
"Why do you look dissatisfied?" Morgan walked side by side with Huber. He nudged Hubert and joked in a low voice, "Why, haven't you taken down your wife?"
Hubert tilted his head and glared at him, and continued to walk towards the office building.
"With your character, you must have not succeeded."
"We are fine!" Hubert said in a low and cold voice.
Morgan snorted and asked curiously, "Then why do you look so dissatisfied?"
"You saw it wrong!"
He hadn't made out with Teresa. How could he be dissatisfied? Besides, he didn't have that kind of emotional feeling toward Teresa. When he was with her, he didn't have the urge to do something to her.
Thinking of these, Hubert has to admit that he was a heartless person.
"I saw it with my own eyes. Hubert, I'll have breakfast brought over. Have you had breakfast? Let's eat together later."
Hubert tilted his head to look at this friend again, pursed his lips, and said, "I'm a married man. When I get up every day, she has already prepared breakfast. Only a single man has breakfast at the company."
Morgan was speechless. Hubert was showing off again. He suddenly wondered how Hubert got along with Teresa.
"What happened to what I asked you to do? Take it to my office later."
Morgan smiled and said, "Don't worry. I'll send it to your office right away."
Hubert nodded.
Soon, the two walked separately. Hubert took the CEO's special elevator to the top floor. Morgan's office wasn't on the top floor, so he couldn't be bothered to ride the elevator with his serious boss.
Morgan was a very dignified person in the company, and his relationship with others was very good mainly because he was a little warmer than Hubert, and he was a person who was deeply trusted by Hubert. When the people below him asked for help, they often came through Morgan.
As soon as Hubert returned to the president's office, Morgan came in with the breakfast he had asked the deliveryman to bring.
There was a stack of papers in his hand, and people who didn't know might think he was holding documents.
"Well, the information you want." Morgan put the stack of papers on Hubert's desk. He sat down immediately, put the breakfast on the desk, and asked the boss across from him, "Would you like some? I'll have it delivered from the Waternll City Hotel. It's delicious."
The Watenll City Hotel was a hotel owned by the Donovan Group, and Hubert usually had three meals a day there. Now that Hubert had a wife, Morgan hadn't eaten at the same table with his boss for a while. He missed it a little.
"No need." Hubert picked up the stack of documents, flipped through it casually, and asked, "Is it all here?"
"Yes, it's all here. The information of those who are related to her has been sorted out."
"Just so much?"
"Except for those of the younger generation who are doing fine outside, the older ones are all farming in the village. What else can there be?"
Hubert fell silent.
In Morgan's words, the relatives of Teresa in her hometown, except for the younger generation who were doing very well could take up a few sheets of paper, the older generation had almost nothing to write about. Morgan had sorted out their basic information, such as age, and family members. It barely occupied a few sheets of paper.
After reading the information about the Heller family, Hubert felt that they were shameless and hateful.
Teresa's cousins and uncles had very good living conditions. Her second cousin was even an executive in a very large branch of the Lisbon Group, with an annual income of one million. Her most unsuccessful cousin could earn 400,000 a year.
But with Teresa and her sister's annual incomes put together, it was no match to theirs.
They were shameless enough to ask Teresa to pay for the old lady's medical bills as well as reimburse them for their round-trip transportation and gas. They were simply a bunch of shameless bastards!
Back then, Teresa and her sister had been bullied after they lost their parents suddenly when they were underage. These bastards took away most of the compensation money for the land. Now they were even forcing Teresa to pay for the medical bills.
He knew that there were many shameless and heartless people in this world, but he had never encountered one before.
He suddenly felt a little sorry for Teresa.
"You look so serious. Have they offended your wife? Would you like me to teach them a lesson for you?"
Hubert said coldly, "My wife's business is none of your business."
Morgan blinked and somehow felt that Hubert sounded a little jealous. He wondered if he was thinking too much.
"I don't mean anything else. I just think that you are very busy and you don't need to do some trivial things yourself. Just tell me, and I will take care of it."
"Wait."
Morgan blinked again and nodded.
Hubert was not asking Morgan to wait for his orders. He was waiting for the Heller family to make a move before he fought back.
He thought he should first know what method they would use to deal with Teresa before he fought back.
Oliver Heller, the eldest grandson of the younger generation of the Heller family, knew many media people. Hubert had a hunch that Oliver would probably use the Internet storm to morally kidnap Teresa and her sister.
"Boss."
"What?"
"What breakfast did your wife make for you?"
Morgan asked curiously, "Don't glare at me. With your character, I'm very curious about how you get along with your wife. Besides, the two of you got married in a flash without the slightest emotional foundation. Oh, it's even a hidden marriage."
"If the two of you meet on the street, are you going to say hello to each other? Or will you pretend you don't know each other?"
Hubert said coldly, "So much food can't stop you from talking."
Morgan chuckled. It didn't matter if Hubert didn't want to tell him!