Chapter 1449: Chapter 1449: You Might as Well Die
He always disliked being disturbed while working, but he didn’t send Lilac Serval away.
His work was very busy, so much so that he sometimes didn’t even have time to drink water.
Charles Mcintosh reviewed the contracts bent over his desk, while Lilac Serval stared at him blankly.
After so many years apart, he was no longer much like the young man he used to be.
Thirty-year-old Charles Mcintosh was surely different from the twenty-year-old Sylvan.
Charles Mcintosh made a name for himself within the Cheney Family, helping Sylvan Cheney shoulder responsibilities, and also took on the Mcintosh Family’s duty toward the Cheney Family.
Constant phone calls came in, Charles Mcintosh was terribly busy.
“Can I help you with anything?” Lilac Serval felt bad.
“No need, you wouldn’t understand.”
“…” Lilac Serval was choked by his words, picked up her handbag on the sofa, stood up, “Then I’m leaving, Sylvan said he would take me to play cards with friends today.”
“Stop right there.”
Lilac Serval paused her movement.
“Take this document to Director Zhang’s office in the Public Relations department, and this document to the secretary’s office at Wanxiang Media. Also, cancel these dinner appointments, call the person in charge and tell them I won’t be attending,” Charles Mcintosh handed a stack of documents and contact information to Lilac Serval.
“Charles Mcintosh, you’re looking for trouble!”
“Didn’t you want to help?”
“You’re doing this on purpose!”
“Take it.” Charles Mcintosh still held out the documents.
Lilac Serval angrily took the file from his hand and gave him an irritated glance.
He handed her the car keys: “Take my car, be careful on the road.”
Lilac Serval took his car keys and left in her high heels.
As soon as she left, Charles Mcintosh continued with his work.
On the coffee table, there remained the egg tarts and Yolk pastries she had brought over in the morning, which she said she bought from a street vendor.
Driving Charles Mcintosh’s car to deliver the documents, Lilac Serval was acting under the guise of Charles Mcintosh’s secretary.
Secretary?
To hell with that, she was no mistress to him.
After leaving Wanxiang, Lilac Serval parked her Cayenne by the road and fumbled in the car for a box of cigarettes.
She forgot to bring her own cigarettes, luckily there were some in Charles Mcintosh’s car.
His cigarettes were quite strong; she felt overwhelmed just by one puff but still forced herself to finish it.
Smoke swirled inside the car; whether it was the cigarette being too harsh or something else, Lilac Serval’s eyes became moist, she coughed a few times, grabbed the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white.
Her makeup wasn’t heavy today, but she looked particularly pale.
A stifling pressure weighed on her chest, heavy as a rock.
She didn’t usually crave for a smoke, but after finishing one cigarette, she lit another.
Since when did she start smoking? Oh, it must have been that year… She indulged in both tobacco and alcohol, plummeting thoroughly into depravity, as if falling from heaven to hell into endless darkness.
“Charles Mcintosh, go to hell,” Lilac Serval suddenly cursed out loud.
As she cursed, a misty haze began to form in her eyes.
Tears swelled up in her eyes.
She took another fierce drag of the cigarette and coughed incessantly.
In the narrow space inside the car, only her lingering smoke filled the air, endless and solitary.
It was quiet all around.
She didn’t know how much time had passed before she finally extinguished the cigarette, tossed his cigarettes into the storage compartment, and drove away from the side of the road.
After delivering the documents, regardless of how many calls Charles Mcintosh had made to her, she went to a bar on her own.
She didn’t look for company, opened a bottle of alcohol on her own, and drank silently.
In the dizzying, brilliant lights.
The rich scent of alcohol surrounded her, as she downed glass after glass.
When she felt intoxicated enough, she took off her coat and rolled up the sleeves of her sweater.