829: Chapter 829: Joseph, Don’t Go Away

Chapter 829: Joseph, Don’t Go Away

Although Joseph was a little absent-minded, he was still at work, in a meeting, and waiting for the answers. His men did not dare to guess his mind, so they said their views individually. A moment later, Joseph sat back in his chair, and his subordinates were reporting, and he was listening.

After the people in the marketing department finished reporting, he said lightly. "As far as I know, this main diamond has been collected by Lily Club for nearly a decade. Although Leo has announced it to the public at present, the most important thing to focus on is their design and marketing departments."

The director of the marketing department immediately reported, "After the news, I also asked the people under my department to keep an eye on it, but there was no movement in the marketing department of their company."

"Well." Joseph seems seriously thinking.

"General Manager, maybe it's just a piece of fake news from him?" The other subordinate said.

"I'm sure they have plans," He mentioned. "He's not going to waste time," Joseph added.

"Then we'll have to let the PR department monitor them."

Joseph nodded.

At the end of the videoconference, several long-awaited designers and the master of the embroiderer came in, and they just slept for a short period of time, and after a brief rest, they returned to the meeting for discussion.

By this time, the sun shone brightly, passing through the window.

The sun popped out of the horizon, and the golden light and shadow shrouded the whole town.

The hotel's thick, toughened glass blocked all the noise, separating the serious silence in the hotel and the crowded noise outside.

Joseph once again was absorbed in the technology to solve the problem.

When the problem was solved one by one, Daisy called him.

Joseph put it through.

Daisy reported to him that Irish had got up and she had informed her to pack.

Joseph was silent.

Daisy did not end the call at once but asked softly later, "Mr. Dover, are you really not going back to New York?"

Joseph frowned, and then he told her lightly. "She hasn't slept well. Take care of her on the way back."

Daisy also understood what he meant and said okay, and she didn't ask much.

Joseph put aside the phone.

Joseph seemed to be distracted, and even the embroidery master could see something was wrong, he was uttering his own opinion and stopped, looking at Joseph, "Joseph, what do you think?"

He was the embroidery shop owner, who had dealt with Joseph several times, and in his impression, Joseph was very serious about work.

But that day, Joseph was a little unusual. He seemed to be listening to everyone, but his mind flew away.

Joseph saw everyone's eyes on him, which surprised him that he had been taken aback, and he reacted.

"Please continue." Calming down his mind, he tried to stabilize his mood.

At the same time, Joseph was secretly blaming himself, and these people in front of him had given up their sleep to come here for a meeting to do a good job. As an organizer, he was constantly distracted, which was really not good.

But the more he thought about it, the more he could not control his mind.

As time passed, the brighter the window became, the more out of control his mind became.

The design in front of him was gradually gone.

And that became Irish's appearance in the quilt last night.

The lights were still open, and even the curtains were not closed.

The rain hit the glass crazily, and it was a bit deafening.

He saw the scene when he returned to the room.

He drew the curtain and dimmed the light.

Only to find that she slept very restlessly, and the pillow was a little wet. With a faint light, he found tears in the corners of her eyes.

His heart seemed to be cut piece by piece by a blunt knife, and the pain was everywhere.

He reached out and wiped her tears.

She took his hand and wriggled her lips.

He bent over to hear what she said. But unexpectedly, he heard her voice, small and helpless, murmuring, "Joseph, don't go away."

Because of such words, there is currently a mess in his mind. 

"Mr. Manager?" Someone called him.

Joseph frowned and hurriedly reacted and put away his irritability.

"Are you alright?" The designer was worried.

Joseph put his hand on his forehead and motioned that they should continue.

He tried to concentrate on his work and, over and over again, pressed down Irish's vivid voice that reverberated in his ears, saying, "Joseph, don't go away." A terrible feeling that left him at a loss, which made him uneasy.

The phone on the desk was ringing. He glanced at it, and it was Irish. His heart shrank for a moment, hesitated for a while, and refused to answer it.

What was he afraid of?

Afraid that she would defend that useless dignity, and then told him, "I think twice, and I will leave you."

By that time, he wasn't confident enough. While sleeping, he heard her saying clearly before him, "Joseph, don't go away."

The cell phone rang again.

Joseph was more and more upset and again refused to answer it.

He was afraid of himself, and as long as he heard her voice, he would not hesitate to accompany her back to New York.

Human impulse was terrible, and he had succeeded in resisting the impulse to listen to other people before. But when he met Irish, it seemed common for him to lose control. It was too bad.

This time, he really wanted to bet.

For this kind of repeated emotion, there must be an end.

He admitted that he felt pity for her, but it would not mean that she would always be indulged.

"Are you too tired? Would you like to take a break?" A sudden recommendation afloat as the master embroiderer looked at him.

They all faced Joseph, and it was natural for them to see how serious the redness was in his eyes.

Joseph waved his hand and apologized to everyone again. This time, he put all his thoughts into the work discussion.

But it didn't last long.1

Just when he finally could concentrate on the work, he heard the conference room door being pushed open.

It surprised everyone in the conference room.

One after another looked back.

Joseph also looked up, and his eyes fell on the panting woman, and there was a slight concussion, but he soon returned to calmness.

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