After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 339 Manuel’s Tantrum

Since there was nothing for her to worry about, she got up from the bed herself. But dizziness still lingered inside her head. Retch still tortured her stomach. Was there something wrong with the liquor?

Susan washed herself up. She opened the door and was about to pour herself a glass of water. She might need to ask for a leave to rest today. While speaking on the phone to notice the office, she walked out of her room. Both Tia and Manuel were having breakfast in the dining room. Tia was surprised to see Susan coming over, "Oh, good morning Ms Phillips, I didn't expect you to get up so early."

But Susan simply ignored her warm greeting. Tia didn't seem to care. She got used to it. However, Manuel didn't even cast a glance at her. Of course, Susan didn't seem to care as well. After she hung up the phone, she got herself a glass of water. It was exactly the thirst that woke her up.

If it weren't for the thirst, she would have slept a little longer without headache nor a sick stomach. After finishing one more glass of water, she put it down and was about to return to her room. "Ms Phillips, would you like some breakfast? It will make you feel better, I reckon."

Before Susan was about to turn down, her stomach started growling out of hunger. Indeed, some food to fill her stomach would probably make it better. So she walked over and sat down opposite Manuel, which was the furthest seat to him she could get. Whatever, she just wanted to stay away from him as much as she could. However, she then saw Manuel put down his fork and leave by himself. After serving breakfast for Susan, Tia saw him leaving. She took a look at his plate, where most of his breakfast remained. She hurried to ask, "Mr Johnson, have you finished?"

"I don't have much appetite." Said Manuel.

"Okay." Tia looked a bit confused.

Commonly speaking, Manuel never seemed picky about food. Whatever Tia cooked, he would finish it all.

How came he didn't have much appetite this time?

Watching his back, Susan somehow felt a bit annoyed. She felt like Manuel was trying to keep a distance from her on purpose. Whatever, she didn't care. Then Susan continued with her breakfast. She gotta admit that Tia really cooked well. Even a simple breakfast tasted so good. She didn't expect herself to have much, yet she finished plate after plate.

Standing next to her, Tia couldn't help smiling, "Ms Phillips, if you like it, I can prepare every single breakfast for you in the morning before you get to work."

"No, thanks. I barely get up early for breakfast." Susan refused. Commonly speaking, she would have to rush out of the door as soon as she got up every morning. She hardly had time for breakfast. "But having no breakfast will damage your stomach."

"You talk too much." Susan looked a bit annoyed.

Unhappy, Tia remained silent. Seeing that, Susan found herself a bit guilty. After all, she did serve her well. Susan cleared her voice. Of course, as proud as she had always been, she didn't intend to apologize directly. So she changed the subject to dissipate the embarrassment, "Did you help me get changed last night? Thank you."

"No, it was Mr Johnson who helped to get you changed. He carefully tended you last night." Tia hurried to explain.

Susan felt like getting choked, while Tia frowned awkwardly. Coughing for nearly a minute, she shouted, "What did you say?"

"It was Mr Johnson who tended you last night. In the beginning, I said I could do the job. But Mr Johnson told me to have some sleep. So..." noticing her face growing more annoyed, Tia hurried to add, "Ms Phillips, you puked badly last night. He really worried about you."

"You mean he had stripped me off last night?" Susan was pissed.

Damn! She noticed her bra had been stripped off as well this morning. "Probably..." Tia answered awkwardly.

Confused, Tia mustered up the courage to ask, "But Ms Phillips, you have already slept with him. Right? Isn't it something normal for him to help you get changed? Why are you so mad..."

However, before Tia could finish, Susan smashed the fork onto the table and walked toward Manuel's room. She literally pushed the door open without knocking it first, while Manuel was typing on his computer. Seeing her break in, he simply glanced at her and then continued to work.

"Manuel, how dared you get me changed last night?" Susan questioned.

Obviously, she was totally pissed off.

However, Manuel replied with his eyes fixed on the screen, "Alright, I will ask for your consent next time." His response sounded plain and indifferent. But it irritated her even more. How could he pretend as if nothing had happened?

He didn't even look like he was going to apologize.

It was his fault that he stripped her off without asking for permission.

How dared he put on that indifferent look?

"Manuel, do you know how despicable you are?”

"What do you want from me?" Manuel stopped to look at her.

Paused, she felt like burning with anger. However, she found it hard to vent out.

"You want an apology? Or you want a written guarantee that I promise I will never strip you off again and I shall never step into your room? You want me to stay away from you?"

Susan glared at him. But she somehow noticed that he felt a bit weird today. Though he stayed composed while speaking, the way he talked somehow felt a bit aggressive. But she should be the one losing temper!

"Okay, shut up! That's it." Susan huffed.

Then she slammed the door shut. However, his fists were actually clenching beneath the table. With his lips pressed, he tried hard to quench his own anger. Long after, he focused on the screen again. Actually working had turned to be a kind of anesthetic to numb his own emotion.