?Chapter 244:


    Right now, regret surged through Lise.


    She had never once regretted her decisions. But now, with her n in ruins because of Katelyn, she simply wished she had acted sooner when the opportunity had presented itself.


    If losing Neil became the oue of her ns’ downfall, she would make Katelyn suffer for everything.


    The assistant nervously nced at Lise again, checking the clock once more.


    “Miss, it’s already eight. He’s tied up in a meeting with a client somewhere else. Staying here won’t get you a chance to see him.”


    Everyone in thepany was well aware of Neil and Lise’s rtionship. It was only a matter of time before she officially became his wife.


    The assistant, not wanting to provoke her, was struggling to convince her to leave.


    He hadn’t anticipated Lise remaining seated there for five hours.


    Lise’s face briefly showed her anger, but she quickly masked it. “He’s in a meeting? Alright, I’ll wait in his office. He can’t dodge me forever.”


    The assistant, still trying to persuade her, spoke softly.


    “The workday’s almost over. Why not head home ande back tomorrow?”


    Lise was unwavering. She clenched her teeth and dered, “No, I have to see him today.”


    The ideal moment to handle any issue, particrly something crucial, was always immediate.


    Dying, even by one night, was too dangerous—anything could shift by morning.


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    The mere thought of losing Neil further aggravated Lise. Her anger only grew as she red at the assistant, who remained rooted in ce, reluctant to speak.


    “Why are you still standing there? Leave, I’m not holding you back.”


    The assistant sighed inwardly.


    Why was she venting her frustration on him?


    With the tension between Neil and Lise now obvious, if he really abandoned her in the office, Neil might hold him ountable once they patched things up.


    He found himself uncertain whether to stay or leave.


    Suppressing his irritation, the assistant carefully inquired, “How long do you intend to stay?”


    That question triggered Lise. Without a second thought, she snatched a ss from the table and flung it at him. “I told you to get out! Are you hard of hearing?”


    The ss was solid, and if it had connected, it could have caused a serious head injury, possibly with blood.


    Thankfully, the assistant reacted swiftly, narrowly avoiding disaster.


    The ss hit the floor, shattering on impact, the sharp sound echoing through the room.


    Lise had no interest in maintaining her gentle facade anymore. Her thoughts were consumed with finding a convincing excuse to win Neil over.


    But as she reflected, a wave of anger surged within her. She had done everything for Neil’s sake and the good of hispany.


    Now she was being vilified online, treated like a filthy rat scurrying in the streets. Instead offorting her, Neil avoided her, leaving her toe to him instead.


    Lise was furious.


    Sensing her growing anger, the assistant wisely stayed silent. Just as he was about to leave, Lise’s voice cut through the tension. “Stop right there.”


    He froze, dread washing over him as he slowly turned back.


    “What is it, Miss Bailey?”


    Lise took a steadying breath, forcing her anger down. “Call Neil. Do it now. If he picks up, let him know I’m here at the office, waiting. I need to talk to him and straighten things out.”


    The assistant wavered for a moment, but her piercing gaze left him no room to refuse.


    He dialed Neil’s number, but no one picked up.


    Turning to Lise, feeling defeated, he said, “Miss Bailey, Wheeler is not answering.”


    Grinding her teeth, Lise barked, “Keep trying until he finally picks up.”


    Neil could not avoid her forever.


    Just then, the office door abruptly swung open.


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