"You stay here and reflect on the stupid thing you've done," Timothy chided in a low voice. Charles's face instantly turned bright red. He hung his head in humiliation and stepped aside.
THUD—CLICK.
The heavy, soundproof door slammed shut, completely separating the hallway and the conference room into two different worlds.
Li Wei, holding a glass of ice water, found a comfortable armchair and sat down. Not far away, Amanda was idly scrolling through her phone, while Charles was like a furious caged beast, pacing back and forth at the other end of the hallway, periodically glaring at Li Wei with eyes full of hostility and jealousy.
He would occasionally walk to the conference room door and press his ear against it, trying to hear what they were saying. Then, after a few seconds, he would walk away in frustration.
"What the hell are they talking about..." he muttered, angrily cursing something under his breath.
