Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

Chapter 1128

However, Toby flipped out when he saw Tom acting covertly delighted, and he snorted disdainfully. "No mercy for

you if you dare ruin my night without advance notice."

In other words, he would overlook this night, but if this happened again, Tom would be sent to Ibira for sure. Tom, of

course, was over the moon because being sent to Ibira would be unpleasant.

"Got it, President. It will never h—"

He suddenly froze as a thought struck him. President Fuller said something about ruining his night, right? But how

have I ruined it?

Combining the time and how Toby looked resentfully at him, it very quickly dawned on him just what exactly his boss

meant. What else could a pair of adults do at such a late night apart from that?!

In other words, Toby hadn't taken his anger out on him because Toby lost to Sonia in a game, but he had interrupted

his boss' fun time with her. That was why Toby was so livid with him and wanted to transfer him to Ibira.

It would be justifiable if it was truly the case.

At that, Tom smiled grimly. He didn't think he would be as hapless as to so coincidentally show up just when they

were making out.

Hell, no way would he have rung the doorbell if he had the slightest clue!

Sigh...

"Shoot. Why did you come over at this time, and why didn't you call beforehand?" Toby questioned grimly.

To that, Tom scratched his head and explained, "I would've if I could, President. But I accidentally broke my phone

on my way over. So I can only come over personally."

While speaking, he pulled his destroyed phone out of his pocket, leading Toby to purse his lips upon seeing it.

"Alright, what's up?”

It was a no-brainer that it was something grave if Tom would deliberately show up at an ungodly hour instead of

waiting until the morning.

"It's something really important, but..." Tom suddenly looked over to Sonia as he left his words hanging.

Sonia quirked an eyebrow, then smiled, getting what he meant. "Okay, you guys go ahead. I'm going to go back

inside because I happened to need to make a call as well."

With that, she returned to the living room crisply. She wouldn't get upset at all just because Tom wouldn't let her

listen to their conversation, as it wasn't a big deal after all.

Besides, even if she and Toby got back together, it didn't mean that she could listen to their every conversation. As

much as they were a couple, they were working in different companies.

So, it was only right that she shouldn't be present if the two were going to talk about trade secrets. Besides, she

and Toby hadn't remarried.

Even if Toby didn't mind, she couldn't listen to their conversation without qualms. Thus, walking away would make

things a lot easier for her.

Meanwhile, Tom looked at Toby after Sonia left. "President, Miss Reed wouldn't be mad at me, would she?"

He had deliberately stayed away from the topic while she was present precisely because he didn't want her to hear

about it. Hence, he worried that Sonia would get upset over it.

Of course, he wouldn't care if she was upset with him, but it would be troubling if she was upset with his boss. Hell,

all of them at Fuller Group would be living in misery if their boss got upset!

Toby looked over his shoulder in the direction Sonia left, then shook his head slightly. "No, she isn't petty like that.

She respects other people's privacy and secrets very much. So she wouldn't overthink because of this. Just say it;

just what's up?"

"Well, in the afternoon, Connor Salzburg..."

While the two men talked business, Sonia pulled out her phone and made a call out in the living room. The call

connected pretty quickly, and a crisp, weary male voice came the next second. "Are you not worried that Toby will

get upset when you're calling me at this hour when you're supposed to be asleep?"

Embarrassed, Sonia rubbed her nose as she listened to his tease. "He's talking business with his assistant right now,

and he knows that I'm making a call."

Well, he just doesn't know who I'm calling.

"Right, I haven't bothered you with this call, have I?" she asked. "You sound pretty tired. Have you not rested? Are

you still at the hospital?"

On the other end of the line, Tim entered his office in green scrubs and walked straight to his desk after closing the

door behind him. It wasn't until he pulled the chair out, removed his glasses, and rubbed his temples that he

answered, "No, you haven't bothered me. You called at perfect timing. If you were to call any minute sooner, I

wouldn't have been able to answer it. I've just finished an operation, and now my work for the day is done. I'll be

heading back in a bit."

"Well, I'm glad I'm not disturbing you." Sonia took a sip of water from the cup on the coffee table.

Meanwhile, Tim put his glasses back on. "What about you then? Why are you calling me at this hour?"

"It's nothing important. I just want to express my appreciation," said Sonia with a smile as she put the cup back onto

the table.

"Thank me?" Tim's glasses reflected light.

"Yeah." Sonia nodded. "I only found out this afternoon. I got a call from the police station when I went down asking

me to make a trip there. I happened to see Anya in excruciating pain because of her legs. When I asked Officer

Chase if they had taken her to the hospital, he said, of course, they did. But Dr. Lancaster said Anya would be fine

after taking some pills. She didn't need to be hospitalized. So I immediately figured you're the doctor, and it's not

that she didn't need to be treated. But you've deliberately said so because you're standing up for me. Am I right, Dr.

Lancaster?"

A hint of a smile flashed across Tim's eyes as he listened and very quickly returned to his aloof self. "You're right. I

have done it on purpose. I happened to bump into them when the police took the woman over, so I did it."

"I knew it." Sonia chuckled. "Thanks, Dr. Lancaster."

"There's nothing to thank me for, so you didn't have to call and thank me." After a momentary rest, Tim put the call

on speaker and placed his phone on the desk, making his way to the coat rack aside to put his jacket on.

When Sonia heard clothes rustling on the other end of the line, she knew he was getting ready to clock out. At that,

she hurriedly said, "I should thank you. You stood up for me, after all. But it's already late at night. I shouldn't keep

you on the line, or I'll hold you back from going home. How about this? Why don't you let me know when you're

available, and I'll treat you to a meal? Speaking of which, I feel pretty bad that I haven't treated you to a meal and

given you a proper thanks when you've already helped me so many times."

She lowered her head slightly and smiled apologetically.

On the other end of the line, Tim picked his phone up and walked out of his office after throwing his green scrubs

into the disinfection cabinet. "I never really bother myself with people's thanks. But if you insist on thanking me,

that's fine. Forget about food. You'll only end up losing your appetite if you eat with me. I don't like eating the

normal stuff, and what I like might not be to your taste. Do you know what I like eating?"

"How would I know?" Sonia shook her head.

"What I like isn't cooked with normal seasoning," described Tim as he pressed the elevator button, "but cooked with

edible chemical substances. So even if you want to treat me to a meal, you won't be able to find the right

restaurant for me."

Food cooked with chemical substances?! Sonia shuddered just at the inchoate thought. That sounds absolutely

scary.