Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim (Angela and Dexter) novel Chapter 410

How horrifying!

"Sorry, please wait a moment." Angela forced herself to stay calm, got up, and walked out of the conference hall.

Clara followed her out, concern written all over her face. "Ms. Graham, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to see a doctor?"

Angela avoided looking at Clara's face as she whispered angrily, "That's enough, Dexter!"

Clara looked surprised, confused even. "What's wrong, Ms. Graham?"

This meeting couldn't go on, and work was unbearable. It was unacceptable.

Angela took a deep breath, returned to the conference hall, and stuck to her prepared proposal to finish hosting the meeting. Then, she rushed back to her office.

However, the moment she opened the door, Dexter turned around from where he'd been sitting at her desk. With a warm smile, he said, "You're finally done. Time for lunch."

Angela suddenly felt like she was living in some surreal fantasy world. Hadn't she just left Clara behind? How was she suddenly…

No, wait. This was the real Dexter without a doubt. She recognized the gray suit he'd been wearing in the morning, and he looked ridiculously handsome.

He'd even deliberately worn a pair of rimless glasses, which gave him the air of a refined scoundrel with a cold, restrained charm.

This was madness.

"What's wrong?" Getting up, Dexter waved his hand in front of her face.

Angela felt dizzy, suffocated by his omnipresence. She fled in panic and ended up at Zack's workplace.

Zack assumed she was worried that his friend would be a bad influence after recalling what had happened in the past, so he quickly reassured her. "He's different from those guys. He has no bad habits, doesn't go clubbing, and doesn't look down on me either."

Angela paid him no mind. She simply noticed that the young man was handsome, and his soft features were inexplicably endearing.

"Angie? Angela, are you listening? This is Daniel Whitmore." Zack finally introduced them, waving his hand in front of her to make her snap out of it.

Angela instinctively asked, "How old is he? Where does he work? Where are his parents from?"

"Why are you asking those questions?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind her, carrying an undeniable hint of menace.

Angela felt her whole body tense up at once and instinctively looked back. Sure enough, there stood Dexter.