My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)

Chapter 451 His Expression Changed

Janet led Chitt in. "Mr. Floyd, this is the office prepared for you."

The sunset spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. They could see the glowing clouds in the sky from a wide view, which looked like a painting from a distance.

On one corner of the long table was a pen holder and engraved seals, as well as several exquisite ornaments.

The reference books were sorted and placed on the bookshelf on the right. Some foreign language magazines were placed on the lower floor.

On the right side of the desk was a lockable cupboard, which seemed to be used for Chitt's personal items, and there was also coffee thoughtfully prepared inside. Chitt looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

"It can be seen that Ms. Longfellow is very thoughtful. I like it very much."

After not seeing Janet answer for a while, Chitt turned his head in surprise and saw her standing in front of the wall in a daze.

Chitt looked over curiously. There was a delicately framed oil painting hanging on the wall.

"Thick strokes, natural light, and shadow, it was really a good painting."

Chitt sincerely appreciated it. In fact, as long as it was arranged by Janet, even if it was grass? It would be great!

Janet didn't receive Chitt's flatter. She muttered softly, "The painting is good. But I don't remember asking Marco to prepare this..."

"Ms. Longfellow, what did you say?"

Chitt didn't hear Janet's words clearly, so he subconsciously asked again.

Marco walked in with the coffee he had just made. Seeing Janet standing in front of the

painting in a daze, he explained, "Ms. Longfellow, I forgot to tell you. Mr. Webster

asked someone to send it before. He asked to put it in this office."

"Mr. Webster?" Chitt frowned tightly. "Do you mean Nathaniel from the Webster Group?"

He looked at the oil painting on the wall and felt angry for a moment.

Marco nodded, gesticulating in the room with his fingers. "And these decorations, this projector, and the coffee in the cabinet were all sent by Mr. Webster."

Every time Marco pointed, Chitt's expression turned cold.

No wonder, everything in this room was not pleasing to him!

He hadn't settled with Janet's ex-husband. How dared Nathaniel come in front of him

first?

Janet stared at Marco dissatisfied. "Did you just accept it when he gave it to you?"

Marco scratched his head. "I think these things are indeed quite good. Especially the projector, it is a limited edition."

Janet glanced at the high-tech projector and said in an angry tone, "Does the Longfellow Group can't even pay for a projector?"

"No, I will remove these things immediately!"

Marco waved his hands in fear, and ran towards the projector, ready to take it off.

"Slow down. Just leave it there."

Janet stopped him. "Calculate the price. Since Chitt said he likes it just now, then let's keep them. It doesn't matter who gave it to you. Take my account and give it back." Chapter 451 His Expression Changed

"Throw them out." Chitt's voice suddenly sounded. He felt disgusted. "These things, as

well as this bad painting, take them away."

Janet looked at Chitt's cold face and was confused. "Mr. Floyd, didn't you like this painting just now?"

Chitt was embarrassed for a moment and then said righteously, "It's an office. With a projector and oil painting, there is no working atmosphere. People who have stayed in

such an environment for a long time must not want to work!"

Janet was choked, feeling a little more guilty of no reason, not daring to say that there were still toys in her office and a shelf of countless figurines.

Marco looked left and right in embarrassment, not knowing who to listen to.

Janet nodded toward Marco. Although Chitt was capricious, this was his office after all, so he just listened to him.

"Pack these up and let Nathaniel take them away when he comes next time."

Marco ordered people to take all the things out, and asked Janet for instructions, "Ms. Longfellow, just now someone said they wanted to hold a welcome banquet for Mr. Floyd tonight, so they let me ask you fo Janet looked at Chitt. "What do you think, Mr. Floyd?"

Looking at the gradually empty office, Chitt's expression softened. He agreed after thinking about it.

"That's good. I'll spend a long time with everyone in the future. Getting to know each other early will make it easier to work together in the future."

Janet nodded in agreement. "Marco, go book a restaurant and send the address to

others later."!!

In the end, she also asked, "Remember to find a quiet place."

The last time they met, Chitt had an appointment in a café with Donahue right after he returned. Presumably, he was a person who didn't like noise.

Chitt glanced at Janet, and a kind look flashed across his eyes.

There was still more than an hour before getting off work. Janet asked someone to sort out the relevant information about the racing club and stayed in Chitt's office to help him familiarize himself. The sun set and it was night. The wind caressed the flowing clouds, dragging faint cloud threads in the night sky.

Nathaniel ended the call with his partner, swiped his fingertips on the phone screen, and dialed Janet's number.

Janet's waiting tone on the phone was a piece of classical violin music. While listening to it, Nathaniel leisurely tapped on the table with his fingers, thinking about what to take Janet out for dinner.

She was more concerned about her figure recently. It was better to eat something light at night. There was a restaurant in the north of the city that tasted good, and the environment was also very...

"Hello."

Nathaniel's hands suddenly stopped. And his raised lips fell instantly.

A male voice?

A man answered Janet's call!

"Who are you? Why are you answering others' calls?"

Nathaniel restrained himself and rolled Adam's apple. He was alert.

"Who are you?" The other person asked without answering.

"This number has had twenty missed calls in the past week. Are you a telecom

fraudster?"

All the blood in Nathaniel's body rushed to his head at this moment. Both his eyes were

burning.

Fraudster?

Damn!

Nathaniel gritted his teeth. "You haven't answered my question yet. Why are you answering others' calls?"

"Are you a thief?"

Nathaniel's reply was childish, making Chitt on the other end of the phone laugh.

Such a naive man could also be the president of the Webster Group. Was there such a shortage of talent? Then he could run for president another day. The door of the office opened. Janet wiped the water on her hands with a tissue. When she walked in, she saw Chitt staring at her phone with a sneer. "What's wrong?"

Chitt handed the phone to Janet. "Your phone rang for a long time, so I answered it for

you."

Janet took the phone and asked casually, "Who is it?"

Chitt shrugged and deliberately said loudly. "I don't know. And you didn't save any

notes."

Nathaniel almost crushed his phone when he heard it.