Chapter 77: Chapter 77

There were quite a few projects piled up at Conrad Sterling’s company, and he got busy as soon as he was discharged from the hospital.

During work, President Sterling frequently wanted to pick up his phone because there was always a notification sound from WeChat messages.

After downloading WeChat, the first friend Conrad Sterling added was Anna Thornton.

But later, Ethan was beside him, doggedly begging if he could also scan the code.

As a result, Conrad Sterling let him add him as a friend, and Ethan then took it upon himself to add President Sterling to their group company’s internal chat group.

For Conrad Sterling, this was like opening the door to a new world.

He hadn’t noted his name, so nobody knew President Sterling had been added to the group.

There were a few active members in the group, including the project director, who seemed to have endless time every day to chat and play with emojis, causing Conrad Sterling’s phone to vibrate constantly, making it impossible to focus on work.

Even during a five-minute break in between meetings that day, the project director had to pull out his phone and throw an emoji.

Project Director Jimmy Yeats: [Anyone up for some fun tonight?]

Marketing Manager Harrison Tate: [Did anyone summarize the keynote points President Sterling conveyed during today’s meeting? I’d like to borrow a copy to make a photocopy.]

Project Director Jimmy Yeats: [Probably no one. Feels like President Sterling was in a bad mood today. I sat so straight during the meeting my back got stiff, afraid of drawing his attention.]

Marketing Manager Harrison Tate: [Is there ever a day when President Sterling is in a good mood? I’ve never seen it. Every meeting is nerve-wracking; getting called on might as well mean misfortune is upon you.]

HR Manager Yasmine Winters: [Enough, you all, stop badmouthing President Sterling during the meeting!]

Project Director Jimmy Yeats: [No swooning during the meeting!]

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Project Director Jimmy Yeats: [Who is this gibberish upstairs?]

Marketing Manager Harrison Tate: [No idea, why can’t the newbie update the note? Doesn’t he know the rules?]

Assistant Ethan: [Uh... everyone! I forgot to tell you, I added President Sterling to the group?]

HR Manager Yasmine Winters: [!!!]

[So that gibberish is President Sterling?!!!]

Assistant Ethan: [Yes.]

Immediately, the group chat fell into dead silence.

Assistant Ethan: [By the way, President Sterling, you can tap on the three dots on the chat screen to find the do-not-disturb option for messages! You can also see where to change the group nickname!]

After sending this last message, Ethan went silent too.

This strange atmosphere transferred from the group chat to the conference room.

The project director and the marketing manager’s expressions couldn’t be more terrified. When Ethan revealed that Conrad Sterling was also in the group chat, the two of them were so startled they dropped their phones.

Now they wished they could chop off their own hands for typing nonsense in the group. Why couldn’t they chill on TikTok or scroll through Weibo?

And Ethan too, he forgot such a big thing as President Sterling being in the group, and forgot for several days, causing all group members to worry sick, trying hard to recall if they had said anything that might offend President Sterling in the past few days.

After Conrad Sterling set the group messages to do-not-disturb, just as he put down his phone, there was still a message notification.

He picked up his phone to check again and found it was a friend request—[President Sterling, it’s Yasmine Winters! Add me so we can chat easily!]

Conrad Sterling glanced at the HR manager and declined directly: "Speak up in the meeting if there’s anything. I don’t use WeChat much."]

Conrad Sterling deliberately designed his WeChat nickname to be a bunch of gibberish because he didn’t want people adding him.

After being declined a friend request, Yasmine Winters’s expression was somewhat disappointed, but everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, President Sterling said he doesn’t use WeChat much, so it seems he might not notice their usual chat content.

But now that everyone knows the big boss is in the group, they can no longer casually exchange emojis without concern.

At the end of the meeting, Conrad Sterling returned to his office.

Just sitting down and pondering where to start with work, he almost subconsciously picked up his phone again.

No one in the group dared to speak, and he hadn’t received any new messages.

His eyes lingered on Anna Thornton’s avatar, opened it, and saw the chat content was completely blank.

That woman said she would use WeChat to tell him about Pop’s condition and send pictures, didn’t she?

But after adding her for several days, Conrad Sterling never received any. Thɪs chapter is updated by novelꜰire.net

Sure enough, Conrad Sterling thought things , once downloaded, would waste a lot of time.

In the next half month, Pop’s treatment in the pod went very smoothly.

Conrad Sterling, busy after leaving the hospital, spent every spare moment visiting the child in the hospital.

Anna Thornton also needed to prepare for the recording of her first reality TV show.

"Anna, the reply from the production team is that the male guest won’t change, they will still be inviting Ethan Hawthorne."

"This Ethan Hawthorne was caught in a sex scandal at a hotel not long ago, and he’s still off the hook now?" Anna Thornton asked.

"Ah, well, he’s backed by one of the four powerful families. The Hawthorne family stepped in to squash the scandal, so no media dares report on it now. But it’s said that the actress he drugged is pretty firm and has been pushing to sue for justice. However, without backing or connections, she’s facing a lot of resistance."

"It’s like the four powerful families are so omnipotent. If Ethan Hawthorne was really untouchable, how did the media manage to get photos in his hotel room at the time?"

When Anna Thornton brought this up, Mary was puzzled too: "Exactly, who informed the media to take those photos? Someone who couldn’t stand the playboy’s actions, surely a person with a sense of justice."

"No need to talk about noble minds, let’s discuss how to wrap zongzi."

Anna Thornton was about to go on the show and had been practicing various ways to wrap zongzi to put on a good performance in her reality debut.

Mary made no demands on taste, as long as Anna could ensure the zongzi looked good.

In fact, Mary had no hope for anything Anna made, flavor-wise, as she had once been a victim of Thornton’s dark culinary experiments.

That taste still gave her nightmares to this day, but Mary didn’t know how to describe it; somehow, even though the ingredients were good, Anna managed to make it all taste awful.

Mary even suspected the reason Pop enjoyed everything was that he had once sneaked a taste of Anna’s dark dishes, and after that, everything else was a gourmet experience.

But this time it’s for the show, the audience can’t taste it anyway.

As long as it looks decent on the outside, she can talk to the production team about how to edit it, hoping not to get exposed.