Chapter 52
Back at the Jimenez family, Moira intended to send Barclay a message to report her safety.
Anyway, even if they were a fake couple, they were still husband and wife in name.
Moira opened her WhatsApp, looked at her contacts, and fell silent.
She didn’t have Barclay’s contact information.
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“Oh, wait, I have Barclay’s information, Moira said.
Remembering this, Moira was glad she didn’t call him for his WhatsApp information. Otherwise, their marriage would come to an end.
It didn’t take long before she found Barclay’s information, as his profile was an infinite geometry, and his name was “J”
They had conversed before, but that was days ago, and the chat had long sunk to the bottom.
Moira: [Mr. Covington, I’ve safely arrived home.]
Meanwhile, the presenter in the meeting room, who was giving a report, noticed Barclay suddenly taking out his phone. The presenter’s heart skipped a beat, and he stumbled over his words.
Barclay lowered his gaze to his phone, his thick and black lashes hiding his emotions.
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Barclay disliked using his phone during meetings. Every time he did, it meant he was running out of patience. It was a prelude to anger, and the atmosphere in the meeting room became oppressive.
Barclay’s long fingers tapped on the phone screen, and after five seconds, Barclay raised his head again.
Seeing that the presentation had stopped, he frowned and said indifferently, “Should I continue with your report?”
As soon as Barclay said this, the presenter hurriedly continued with the presentation.
Just as Moira arrived at the music room, she received Barclay’s reply. Barclay: [How many days are you going to say in your house?)
Perhaps feeling his words were too harsh, Barclay added another. It seems like the media has paid attention to us recently.]
Moira breathed a sigh of relief. But she had the illusion that Barclay was dissatisfied with her going back to her parents’ house.
Fortunately, it was just an illusion.
Moira played a few notes casually, pondered for a moment, and then picked up her phone. Moira: [How about I go back on Saturday?
Barclay: [Morning or afternoon?]
Moira: (Afternoon?]
After a long silence, Moira changed her mind. [Mothing.]
Barclay: I’ll come to pick you up at nine.]
Moira: [Okay, then.]
Chapter 52
However, Barclay didn’t seem busy at all and even started chatting with her. Barclay: [How’s your leg recovering?]
Moira: it’s going well. The cast has been removed, and the doctor said I can walk with crutches.)
When she thought of how funny she must look with crutches, Moira’s ears turned red.
Before Barclay could reply, Moira quickly ended the conversation, Moira: [I’m going to practice the piano now, bye.]
Barclay: Goodbye.]
Moira breathed a sigh of relief.
She wondered why Barclay wasn’t busy.
Of course, Barclay was not idle. Throughout the second half of the meeting, his attention was almost on his phone.
At first, the people in the meeting room were surprised to see him constantly picking up his phone. But after he did it repeatedly, everyone got used to it.
The presenter even felt somewhat relieved. If Barclay’s mind was on his phone, then the presenter probably wouldn’t be too harshly criticized today.
But he was just overthinking it.
Just as the presentation ended, Barclay directly concluded the proposal. “I hired you all to create value, not for you to do the empty talk! Guess what I
want to do?”
When Barclay finished speaking, the person in charge turned pale. “Mr. Covington, give us another chance, a week later…”
Barclay looked at him coldly, and the person in charge quickly changed his tune. “Three days. We’ll definitely come up with a satisfactory solution in three days!”
“Fine,” Barclay said.
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