"Go, go, go..." Henry Carter pushed away Grace Foster as she leaned in, and said irritably, "You actually dare to tease your Mr. Carter? Tonight, I'm going to make you pay for this with a big dinner..."

Grace Foster laughed and said, "Alright, I'll go along with whatever you want tonight..."

Henry Carter chuckled, his eyes sweeping over Grace Foster's full chest: "Really, anything I want?"

Grace Foster's face instantly turned red, and she huffed in mock anger, "Pervert, I meant you can eat whatever you want, what are you thinking...?"

Henry Carter laughed, "I was talking about dinner, what were you thinking? You're the real pervert here."

After being teased by Henry Carter like that, Grace Foster's already flushed face turned even redder, making her look even more beautiful and alluring. Biting her lip, she glared at Henry Carter, her puffed-up cheeks making her look so tempting that one would want to steal a kiss.

Henry Carter was about to say something else when he saw Section Chief William Thompson walking over, holding a clutch bag, clearly about to head out.

"Grace Foster, President Huang from Donglin Company is here today. You and Anna Bolton come with me."

"Okay."

Grace Foster agreed crisply, stood up, picked up her purse, then turned and whispered to Henry Carter, "I'll contact you later."

After Grace Foster left, Henry Carter casually opened Minesweeper and started playing with great interest. He hadn't even finished a round when the phone on his desk suddenly rang.

While still playing his game, Henry Carter picked up the phone lazily and asked, "Hello?"

"Is this Henry Carter from Sales Department Section Six?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"This is the President's Office. Please come to the President's Office at 2 p.m. this afternoon."

Go to the President's Office?

Henry Carter hung up the phone, feeling a bit puzzled. What does Evelyn Clark want with him?

...

At 2:10 in the afternoon, Henry Carter appeared at the President's Office on the top floor.

In front of the President's Office, Evelyn Clark's secretary Sophie Dean looked coldly at the man standing before her, glanced at her watch, and said, "If I remember correctly, I told you to be here at 2 o'clock..."

Henry Carter grinned and said, "That's right, your memory is excellent."

"But it's already 2:10..." Sophie Dean stared at Henry Carter, her gaze sharp as a blade. "Do you have any sense of time?"

Henry Carter shrugged, looking completely unbothered as he explained, "Just as I was about to come up, I suddenly had to use the bathroom, so I was delayed a bit. Nature calls, you know? If I had rushed to the President's Office and couldn't hold it in... that wouldn't be good for anyone, right?"

Sophie Dean's face turned a couple of shades paler, clearly disgusted by the scenario Henry Carter described.

"Wait here, I'll go ask for you."

She didn't seem to have the courage to keep talking to Henry Carter; if he said anything else, it would be unbearable.

Seeing Sophie Dean's pretty face turn pale, Henry Carter secretly laughed to himself. He hadn't actually gone to the bathroom—he'd just overslept during his lunch break in the office...

Sophie Dean quickly hung up the phone and looked up. "President Qiu will see you now."

Henry Carter flashed a toothy grin at Sophie Dean and strolled casually into the President's Office.

Evelyn Clark was reading a document behind her desk. When she saw Henry Carter come in, she frowned slightly.

Henry Carter walked straight to the chair opposite Evelyn Clark, plopped down, and looked at her—she was still stunningly beautiful even with her brows furrowed. He smiled and said, "The sun must be rising in the west today. What made you think of calling me here?"

Evelyn Clark put down the document in her hand and stared at Henry Carter: "You're late."

With Sophie Dean, Henry Carter could joke around without restraint, but facing Evelyn Clark, he felt a bit awkward. Evelyn Clark's tone wasn't harsh, just stating a fact, but it was even more pressuring than Sophie Dean's aggressive questioning.

"I overslept during my lunch break."

Henry Carter didn't hide it and directly stated the reason for his tardiness. After all, the person sitting across from him was his wife; he generally didn't want to lie to Evelyn Clark, not even about small things like this.

Evelyn Clark pursed her lips and hummed in response, not mentioning the lateness again, as if Henry Carter oversleeping was perfectly normal.

"Grandpa just called me..."

Henry Carter straightened up a bit. "Oh? Did Grandpa need something?"

Hearing Henry Carter's words, a fleeting look of inner conflict appeared on Evelyn Clark's face. Henry Carter's use of "Grandpa" seemed to remind Evelyn Clark of the ironclad fact that they were married, a couple, a family—her grandpa was also his grandpa...

Biting her lip, Evelyn Clark buried her complicated feelings deep inside and looked calmly into Henry Carter's eyes. "Grandpa wants us to have dinner at their place tonight."

Henry Carter was momentarily stunned, then smiled easily. "Alright, I'll head over after work."

Evelyn Clark hesitated slightly, then spoke again: "Ride with me, we'll go together."