Husband With Benefits-Chapter 901: Scolding

Before Dave could say anything, Grant was already out the door. He couldn’t sit still any longer. This was the limit. Her behavior was completely unprofessional, and he was done letting it slide. A manager from Frost Industries might have handled things better, and so Grant wasn’t going to let this go.

He stopped at her cubicle, scanning the space quickly. It was empty. She was already gone. Typical. She didn’t even bother to stick around. It was as if all their hard work meant nothing to her. Did she think this was a joke? No, she must think they were a joke. There were already rumors in the market that the Frosts had sent their person to keep an eye on them as they did not fully trust the company. And now, if this Frost’s person, Miss Innocensa Frost, was not in on the meeting with the distributors, what kind of an impression would that leave on them?

The thought only made him angrier. It wasn’t just this project. It was probably the same with every other one she had been involved in. She let others do the grunt work while she sat back and took the credit. The more he thought about it, the clearer it became. She wasn’t a team player—just a figurehead pretending to care.

He found her about to sit in the car, her back to him. He called out," Miss Frost." At least she stopped when she heard him.

"Miss Frost," he called out sharply.

She froze at the sound of his voice. Her hand lingered on the car door as she seemed to hesitate. At least she had the sense to stop when called.

Grant didn’t waste time. As soon as she slightly turned in acknowledgment of his voice, he was already closing the distance between them.

"What do you think you’re doing?" he demanded, his voice sharp and cutting. "Do you have any idea how unprofessional this is? The distributors are going to here at any minute, and you’re out here—what? Avoiding responsibility? Acting like this project doesn’t matter? Today’s meeting almost decides the future of the entire company! It is not going to matter to you, is it? Because you will have anoyher project thrown into your lap if this does not work out? But what about the others who have put their everything in it?"

She didn’t respond, and her silence only fueled his anger. He gestured back toward the building. "If you can’t even bother to make yourself available for a critical meeting like this, then I’ll have no choice but to escalate this. I’ll formally request Mr. Seb Frost to assign someone who actually understands the importance of professionalism and teamwork. Someone who takes this seriously and not like some vacation."

He paused, his chest heaving from the effort of keeping his temper in check when what he wanted to do was grab her by the shoulders, turn her to face him and shake her.. The threat hung in the air, and for a moment, he thought he’d gotten through to her. He watched as her hand loosened from the door’s handle. free𝑤ebnovel.com

But, then she spoke, her voice low and almost trembling. "You should do that."

Grant stilled, the anger in his chest replaced by confusion. "What?" he asked, his tone sharp but quieter now. "What do you mean by that?"

Slowly, she turned to face him and the sight stopped him cold. Her eyes were swollen and red, with tear tracks staining her cheeks. She looked exhausted, as if the weight of the world was pressing down on her shoulders.

She met his gaze directly, her expression calm but broken in a way that struck him deeper than he cared to admit. "Do as you wish," she said simply, her voice steady despite the rawness in her eyes.

Without another word, she opened the car door, slid into the driver’s seat, and started the engine. Grant was too stunned to say anything else as she backed out of the parking space and drove away, leaving him standing there, replaying the image of her tear-streaked face over and over in his mind.

Just as her car disappeared around the corner, Dave came rushing up, panting and slightly out of breath. "She’s gone already?" he asked, his tone laced with disbelief and frustration. "The distributors have started to arrive! Dammit, Grant! You were right to think she might do more harm than good. Those people are expecting a Frost to be present for the meeting, and now she’s just... left. What are we supposed to tell them?"

Grant shook his head, forcing himself to take a steadying breath. The image of her tear-streaked face lingered in his mind, but he pushed it aside for now. "Let it go, Dave. Whatever it is, it must’ve been something serious. We’ll manage this, just like we’ve managed everything else in the past. We don’t need someone sitting in on the presentation just to flash the Frost name around. Our product is good enough to speak for itself."

Dave sighed and nodded slowly, his shoulders relaxing just a little. "You’re right. The product really is the best. That’s why we’ve gotten this far, even without any help. I just hate feeling like we’re being set up to fail when we’ve worked so hard." But then, the ever optimistic, Dave shook his head and smiled with confidence," We’ve been through worse, haven’t we? Stick with me, and we’ll get this done. Let’s show them why they came here in the first place."

Grant grinned. This was one thing about Dave that he found himself unable to understand. The guy was always optimistic. Irritatingly so. Just now he’d been worried. A few words from him and there he was again. All well and good, rearing to go.

However, despite the meeting looming ahead of them and throughout the presentation, Geant could only think of one thing and that was her tear streaked and listless face.