The Billionaire's Brokenhearted Deal-Chapter 30 - Mr. Mo are you waiting for my call
Chapter 30 -30: Mr. Mo, are you waiting for my call?
Chapter 30 -30: Mr. Mo, are you waiting for my call?
Hengzhong Group, CEO’s office, 8:59 a.m.
Behind the desk, Mo Chen sat in the swivel chair, his handsome face grim, eyes lowered, staring at his phone.
His long fingers with distinct knuckles tapped on the desk intermittently.
Secretary Jiang and Assistant Liu stood to one side, carefully watching his expression.
The senior management staff in the meeting room were all present, just waiting for him to come over and start the meeting.
“President Mo, the meeting room is…”
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Suddenly!
The phone vibrated!
A flash of light quickly passed through the man’s pitch-black eyes as his slender fingers picked up the phone, but he deliberately waited a while before finally answering.
From the other end of the phone came Qiao Ruoxin’s soft and sweet voice, “Mo Chen, are you waiting for my call?”
Mo Chen snorted derisively, his tone filled with disdain, “Speak quickly, I’m in a meeting.”
Secretary Jiang: “…”
Assistant Liu: “…”
The two exchanged glances, rendered speechless by their boss’s arrogance.
Laughter came from the phone, “Mm… How about I take you out for dinner tonight? Are you free?”
The corners of Mo Chen’s mouth curled up, yet his voice was as cold as a chilling wind, “Have them bring you over.”
“Okay~ Go to your meeting! I’m off to record the show!”
Beep… Beep…
After hanging up, the man’s irritability and aggression cooled down significantly.
He stood up, reverted to his usual indifference, and walked out of the office.
Secretary Jiang and Assistant Liu quickly followed, sighing in relief that they could finally go to the meeting.
…
After Qiao Ruoxin hung up, she prepared to go to the gathering.
The content of today’s recording was to learn to sing and dance to the theme song within one day.
Everyone changed into trainee-level clothes, and Qiao Ruoxin was rated A.
The instructor teaching them the theme song was Lu Xingyu, a top influencer and leader of an idol group.
Upon Lu Xingyu’s entrance, everyone let out fan-like screams, except for Qiao Ruoxin, who remained unresponsive.
Qiao Sisi watched Lu Xingyu and Qiao Ruoxin with schadenfreude, waiting to enjoy the drama.
Everyone quickly got into the groove, following Lu Xingyu to learn the dance to the theme song.
“Qiao Sisi! Your movements are too stiff,” Lu Xingyu pointed out Qiao Sisi’s issue without any sugarcoating.
With an embarrassed nod, Qiao Sisi acknowledged the criticism.
Why did she feel like Lu Xingyu was always targeting her?
Shouldn’t he be picking on Qiao Ruoxin instead?
Two hours later, class ended, and Qiao Sisi, disheartened, decided to step out for some air and happened to run into Lu Xingyu around the corner.
Qiao Sisi greeted him politely, “Hello, Teacher Lu.”
Lu Xingyu looked at Qiao Sisi with a complex expression and said, “Stop sending me those pointless, harassing text messages. I’m not interested in you, so don’t even think about taking shortcuts.”
After speaking, he left indifferently.
???
Qiao Sisi stood there, dumbfounded, her eyes wide in shock.
In the distance, Qiao Ruoxin crossed her arms and a smile spilled over her lips as she slowly approached, “My dear step-sister, how does it feel to be publicly humiliated by your own teacher?”
Hearing Qiao Ruoxin’s voice, Qiao Sisi suddenly looked up, realizing what had happened.
“It’s you, you little bitch, playing tricks!”
Qiao Ruoxin feigned innocence, “Isn’t it strange? Even though you were the one using my phone to send texts to Lu Xingyu, why would he think it was you who sent them?”
Feeling on the verge of madness, Qiao Sisi nearly screamed, “What did you do?!”
“Hmm… not much, just made the signature and phone number on those messages you sent turn into yours. After all, that was your handiwork,” Ruoxin replied nonchalantly.
Shaking with a mixture of emotions, Qiao Sisi couldn’t hold back her screams any longer, “Ah!!! Qiao Ruoxin, this isn’t over! You bitch!”
She brushed past her, saying indifferently, “Save your breath, with your level of intelligence, it’s touching, really. I almost feel bad retaliating.”
Qiao Sisi called out to her retreating figure, “How did you know? Did Kong Ling tell you?”
No one answered…
