Chapter 240

Mia Harris beamed with crescent-shaped eyes as she pulled out a chair and sat down. "Then I won't hold back!"

Emily Smith hurried from the entryway to the kitchen, fetching bowls and chopsticks to serve Mia some soup.

The moment the bowl was placed in front of Mia, she blinked eagerly and said, "Emily, I'd like to eat first."

"Alright, I'll get you some rice." Emily turned to leave.

"Don’t you have legs?" William Johnson's icy voice cut in abruptly.

Mia jolted and immediately jumped up. "Right, right! I'll do it myself!" She pushed Emily back into her seat and dashed into the kitchen.

Emily sat down, her gaze landing on the empty bowl across from her. "Need more rice?"

Before he could answer, she added, "Get it yourself."

William raised an eyebrow.

She learned fast.

The corner of his lips curled. "I'll have more vegetables."

Mia returned with her rice, initially a bit reserved. But seeing Emily completely ignore William while focusing on serving her food and chatting, Mia suddenly realized—this was her home!

William should be the uncomfortable one here.

With that thought, Mia relaxed instantly, chatting and eating with Emily. The topic somehow shifted to her ridiculous boss.

"You know what? Today she called a colleague a pig in front of everyone just because the color of a spreadsheet was wrong!" Mia puffed her cheeks in anger. "What’s the difference between bright yellow and orange-yellow anyway?"

Emily nodded. "That’s really excessive."

William ate leisurely, listening to the girls vent.

"Yesterday was even worse—she made a colleague cry!" Mia grew more animated. "If she dared do that to me, I’d slap her on the spot!"

"The most disgusting part? She threatened a male colleague with a promotion to go on a date with her!" Mia nearly slammed the table.

Emily gasped. "What did he say?"

"He’s planning to quit." Mia sighed.

"No need."

William spoke up suddenly.

Both girls turned to look at him.

"What do you mean, Vice President Johnson?" Mia’s eyes sparkled.

"You’ll have a new boss tomorrow." His tone was indifferent.

"What about the current one?"

"Gone."

"So cool!" Mia jumped up. "We have to toast to that!"

She rushed off to grab alcohol.

Emily massaged her temples.

Once the drinking started, there was no stopping. Mia soon slumped over the table, drunk.

Emily struggled to carry her back to her room. When she returned, she found William had moved to the sofa, his hand covering his eyes, motionless.

Glancing at the messy table, she decided to clean up first.

Half an hour later.

The kitchen was spotless, but William remained in the same position.

Was he asleep?

Emily checked the time and frowned. She had no intention of letting him stay the night.

Walking over to the sofa, she studied him for a few seconds before reaching for his wrist. "William, it’s time to—"

"Ah!"