Billionaire, Let's Divorce! novel Chapter 402

AIDEN

I propped my elbow on the table and held my phone up.

My eyes read the question I typed over and over again. Eventually, I shook my head. No. Even if it's anonymous, it will be obvious that it's me. Atleast to whoever knows me.

So I rephrase the question.

‘I have a friend. He has two kids with his first love but they're no longer together due to some circumstances. My friend and his first love are both married but to different people. But his first child has no idea who her father is. How does he tell the child that he's her father without causing a problem? Is it even advisable for him to tell the child?

“Mr Aiden?“

I raised my head and looked up at them.

All eyes were on me.

“Yes?“ I racked my brain and tried to remember what we had been talking about. Oh, yes. The strategy to sell our new product.

“Has everyone dropped their thoughts on the new campaign design?“

They shook their heads. Then the manager said, “It's your turn to make a choice, sir.“

I lowered my gaze and skimmed the message I typed one more time and quickly posted it to the group then I exited the F******k app on my phone.

All eyes were on me when I looked up. They must be wondering what kind of boss I was.

Well, the kind that had issues with his personal life.

I cleared my throat as I placed my phone on the table, face down.

“Okay,“ I muttered as I sat up and pulled my computer laptop closer.

I squinted at the screen as I observed the slides for a while.

I nodded. “The third one.“ I looked up, “What's the majority's vote?“

“The third one sir,“ the manager answered.

I shook my head. “It's all good then. Go on with the presentation.“

And so the presentation continued and I could barely concentrate.

Now and then, my gaze would fall on my phone.

I was itching to reach for it, to see if there had been any comments, to see what their responses would be; to see what conclusion I would come to after I read the comments.

I just couldn't wait for the meeting to end.

“Are you alright, sir?“

I dragged my gaze away from my phone. “What?“

The gaze of the man that asked the question, one of the oldest employees, fell on my phone and then on my face, “Is everything okay, sir?“

“Yes, of course, I'm fine,’’ I sat up and shifted my laptop even closer as if it would make any difference.

“Do you want us to cut the meeting short?“