After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 456

He didn't bother to take the documents and didn't answer.

Abigail stared at him and raised an eyebrow, "If you don't feel up to the rigors of seven days of testing, feel free to call it quits and go back to where you belong."

Micah immediately got up, walked over to her and took the stack of papers.

He said, "Not quitting. Miss Abigail, rest assured."

If he really couldn't finish it, the result would just be a humiliating beating.

If he didn't take, it was the same as rejecting Abigail's test, and she would be even more distant from him in the future. And it would be more difficult to chase after her.

He immediately carried the documents back to his table, translated it carefully and entered it manually.

Abigail looked at his serious and grim look, and stifled a laugh.

The two quickly returned to the work. No one opened their mouths to break the peace, and the atmosphere in the office was very harmonious.

Two and a half hours later, it was the lunchtime. Abigail got up, stroked her wrap dress, and looked over at Micah.

"Mr. Micah, you can't forget to eat even if you're busy with work. Do you want to have lunch?"

Micah finished the translation of nine documents in a hurry, and was so absorbed in the task that he replied without thinking, "I'm not hungry yet."

Abigail instantly lowered her face. What a nerd.

She shook her head helplessly and turned toward the door.

Micah then realized what she had said. Did she seem to have a subtext in what she said? Was it an invitation to join him for lunch?

He immediately put down his work and chased after her, "Miss Abigail, I'm new here and unfamiliar. Can I sponge lunch from you today?"

Abigail walked forward and gave him a sideways glance, "As a secretary, on your first day at work, you asked your boss to invite you to lunch? Mr. Micah, stop putting on airs."

Micah suddenly didn't know to say.

His only remaining emotional intelligence kept working in his head, thinking of a best answer.

"I mean, I'll buy you lunch."

Abigail looked at him a few more times with interest and praised him, "That's an interesting answer. You have always been aloof and reticent. But now you can say such pleasant things.

Micah pursed his lips, and felt delighted.

But then Abigail continue, "But you said you're penniless and lost your phone and wallet, so you came to stay at the Matthews House. How can you pay for my meal? With your face? Or can your lost wallet be found later?"

Micah instantly paled and was speechless.

Did he drop a brick?

Did Abigail guess something?

As expected, Abigail's face looked cold and she sad in a sarcastic way, "Mr. Micah, you're still too inexperienced. Your sad-fishing skill isn't perfect."

Micah didn't say anything.

Abigail dropped her gaze and went straight to the elevator.

In the elevator, the two did not say a word alone and the atmosphere was somewhat strained.

He worked so hard to finally leave her favorable impression but it immediately set back for which Micah couldn't accept.

He explained, "The day when I came to your home, I really didn't have my wallet or phone on me. I got caught in the rain all night. I didn't lie to you."

Abigail was unswayed, "My parents agreed to let you stay overnight. So it's useless for you to explain to me. I won't believe you."

Ding-

The elevator arrived on the floor.

Abigail was the first to step out of the elevator.

"Abigail ..." Micah followed and still tried to explain once more.

"Call me Miss Abigail," Abigail said without a glance.

"Okay, Miss Abigail. About this, I ..."

"We're in the company. Personal matters are not allowed to discuss at work, so please Mr. Micah, behave yourself."

He said, "Rara, it's rare to take a half day off. I heard your period is over. Do you want to do ... this afternoon?"

Without waiting for him to finish, Lyra pushed his forehead away, "You know nothing. Period has to be gone for two days before I can have a sex!"

Malcolm was wordless.

At the same time, the Matthews Group in Frayton.

After lunch, Micah went back to the office without delay. Even if he was extremely tired from typing, he did not stop.

He was so serious that he didn't even take a sip of water. Abigail secretly felt that was she asking for too much?

She took the initiative to help him pour a cup of coffee and brought it to his table, glancing at the rest of his untranslated book.

It was an hour before the end of the day.

It was surprisingly left with only three unfinished documents, which meant forty-plus documents were already translated.

The huge amount of work, surprisingly, was almost done by him throughout the day.

She was somewhat in awe of this man's ability to be really surprisingly exceptional.

Unfortunately, he had little interest in the business. Otherwise it was estimated that he would also be a reigning figure.

Noticing the stare from her, Micah stopped typing and stared back at her, "What's wrong? What did I do wrong?"

Abigail lightly tutted twice, "No, Mr. Micah, good job. It seems that my wish to help you make up for your childhood will be in vain."

She smiled sarcastically and turned around to go back to her chair.

Micah, however, looked at her figure and fell into deep thought.

Did this mean that Abigail had the intention to teach him a lesson?

She had chased after him for a year and been treated coldly by him for many times. Now it was his turn to chase after her. If she wanted to teach him a lesson, it seemed to be the right thing to do.

Thinking of this, he quietly and decisively deleted the three documents which had been translated and emptied the recycle bin.