Chapter 1097


    So now, was the boss bored out of his mind?


    No, wait, he suddenly remembered that Ms. Be had taken off to Lidaria a couple of days ago.


    Had she not returned yet? Was Mr. Romeo nning to follow her?


    “But Mr. Romeo, didn''t Ms. Be say before she left that she didn''t want you tagging along?"


    Carl, seated in the driver''s seat, remembered their conversation clearly.


    With a straight face, Romeo replied, "I''m not going to chase her, I just don''t trust anyone else with this


    project."


    Carl thought to himself, "Boss, will Ms. Be buy that story? If you want to see her, just say so. It''s not


    like she doesn''t know you."


    “Alright, I''ll have the project manager clear the schedule, Carl said, suddenly pausing as a thought


    struck him.


    He turned back with a cheeky grin, "Mr. Romeo, tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and the next day is


    Christmas.


    What about my holiday?"


    “What does a bachelor need a holiday for?"


    Carl was speechless, on the verge of tears.


    Every time the boss had a date or a holiday, he was left with all the work.


    Enough was enough. He had to stand up for himself!


    "Got a problem with that?” Romeo''s gaze fell on him.


    Carl replied with a forced smile, “No. I''m grateful for this opportunity. I''m thrilled."


    “If work makes you so happy, you can handle the workload for both Christmas Eve and Christmas


    Day."


    Carl almost cried at the news, "Don''t worry, Mr. Romeo. I''ll get it all done."


    "Off you go."


    “By the way,’ Carl added with a sly grin, “I heard that on Christmas Eve, people give gifts to their loved


    ones for safekeeping. Have you prepared any gift?"


    Like maybe a little bonus for the hardworking bachelor.


    “Would a pink slip do?"


    "Mr. Romeo, I just remembered I have something urgent to attend to. I''ll get right on it” Carl quickly


    exited the office.


    The next morning.


    When Arabe woke up, she found that it was snowing outside. The snowkes were gently falling,


    nketing the world in a pristine white.


    Every servant greeted her with a warm smile, "Merry Christmas Eve."


    Arabe wished them the same.


    "Ms. Be, you''re up so early."


    The heating inside was ample, and May, dressed in light clothing, ran up to her.


    "They haven''t woken up yet. Mr. Sampson instructed that if you''re up first, you should have breakfast.


    I''ll take you there."


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    "You''re up this early too."


    “Mr. Sampson has ns for today. We all have to prepare early.’ May didn''t reveal what the day had in


    store. She wanted to surprise Be.


    After breakfast, Arabe followed May to the wine cer to choose the wine for the evening.


    Arabe hadn''t visited this ce when she toured her uncle''s house the day before. Now, when she


    entered the cer, her gaze was instantly drawn to the wines on the shelves.


    “Mr. Sampson has a special affection for wines. He has several cers, and this one houses his


    favorites. Each bottle on the shelf has a number. Ms. Be, which wine would you like to have tonight?"


    Each cer was fitted with a centralized air conditioning system to monitor the temperature and


    humidity. The lighting was strictly controlled. Every bottle stored here was wrapped in paper and neatly


    arranged on the shelves.


    When Arabe arrived, there were security personnel patrolling, with fire extinguishers, smoke


    detectors, and surveince cameras scattered about. It was clear that her uncle held these wines in


    high regard.