Chapter 82
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Atlas couldn't help but recall what Mrs. Nenito said to him, his hand tightly gripping the wheelchair.
"Do you think you're useless, I don't think so, didn't you work very hard before and still achieve so much success, isn't Drkov Corporation what it is today all thanks to you, as long as you want to, you can do it like before, this year is considered your vacation, think about it, have you had a decent day off in the past few years?"
She didn't know how he worked before, but for people with such a high status, working would be much harder than ordinary people.
Atlas didn't expect her to have this thought, his eyes were burning as he looked at her, yes, he had to work at full capacity before, didn't eat on time, didn't get enough sleep, he only slept two nights a day hour.
Because at that time, Drkov Group was on the verge of bankruptcy, he did not allow himself to waste time to revive the company and he finally succeeded.
'Atlas, what do you want to do now? Don't mind your legs, do whatever you want, be at ease, and it is said that people run their lives mainly with their brains, not their legs, their legs only take you where you want to go, what are you so self-conscious about?"
Daisy blinked at him.
If she said that this man became depressed because of his lover's betrayal, then it would be acceptable, a person with a strong heart, no matter how strong, still contained weakness inside, it would be understandable if he collapsed, but if he was self-conscious about his legs, she would look down on him a little, out there, many people with amputated arms and legs could still live normally, why couldn't he, as if paralysis was some kind of terrible disease.
Atlas was constantly moved by her words, what could he do if he wanted to do it? What could he do? When working with his mind, he finds no difficulty.
Daisy saw that he was thinking and didn't bother him anymore, she just sat silently beside him and looked at him.
'Atlas, aren't you very strong and determined, how could you torture yourself to this extent because of an accident, even giving rise to feelings of self-hatred.'
Speaking of which, how was that accident that year? Maybe she should ask Mr. Drkov a little, having decided to live with him, she wanted to know everything about him, she didn't care about Drkov's house but with him, she cared very much.—The next day, Daisy had breakfast with Atlas and got ready to go to work. As soon as she stepped out of the living room, she met Mrs. Nenito. It was rare to see her appear at this time. Normally, she didn't know what she was doing, but she rarely appeared in the living room.
Drkov's house was not like any other normal house. Except for the times when Mr. Drkov gathered everyone together, everyone could do whatever they wanted. This house was a bit strange, but she liked it that way, no one bothered anyone.
However, she couldn't help but be made difficult by Mrs. Nenito. Her mother-in-law's status was still there, and she couldn't ignore it.
"Mother-in-law, good morning."
Daisy greeted her politely with a smile, a truly polite smile.
Mrs. Nenito's blood boiled as soon as she saw Daisy. She hadn't forgotten the incident the night before. She wanted to find an opportunity to teach Daisy a lesson, but she hadn't had the chance yet. It's just that she still has to worry about her beloved son's marriage.
"Dalziel is getting married soon. You should behave yourself."
Nenito glanced at her, wishing she could shoo Daisy out of her reach. Daisy heard this, she calmly said: 'I think you should tell your official daughter-in-law, no matter what you say, I am the eldest sister-in-law, she should treat me well but don't worry if she doesn't bother us, I won't care about her, but once she deliberately bothers me, I don't guarantee that I will go easy on her."
'Daisy, you're rude, you should remember that you are still my daughter-in-law."
Mrs. Nenito was so angry that her face turned red.
'That's right, how dare I deny it, mother-in-law, getting angry early in the morning is not good for your health, look at the wrinkles on your forehead, why don't you go to take care of your skin, your son's wedding is coming soon, how can you go on stage with such wrinkled skin?"
Daisy said a few words and hurriedly left, leaving Mrs. Nenito standing there in a daze. She didn't seem to care about Daisy, but rummaged through her bag and took out a mirror to look at herself.
"Where are the wrinkles?"
She pulled another servant over and said, "Come here and see if there are any wrinkles on my face?"
The other servant didn't understand anything, but after hearing what she said, she looked at her face and shook her head, saying, "Madam, your face is white and plump, without wrinkles."
Hearing this, Mrs. Nenito immediately knew that she had been tricked. She gritted her teeth and said, "Daisy, you wait."Daisy walked for a while, Atlas went to the wooden house behind, and he looked around the room, the room was empty, and there was only a table in the middle of the house.
This place was originally his design room, and many wonderful products were published in the newspaper, all of which he had worked hard to make here, but now it had become so empty, since when was there nothing left in this place?
He remembered half a year ago when he came to this place, he was extremely disgusted with the products displayed there, so he ordered everyone to throw everything away, leaving nothing behind, in the end, he kept this place as his private space and did not let anyone in.
Atlas pushed the wheelchair to the table, on it was still his laptop, covered in a layer of dust, because he did not want to care about the things outside so he did not touch it anymore, but at this moment he wanted to open it.
Atlas slowly opened his laptop, after a year, the screen still had no change, only more than 99 messages were sent to the inbox, he clicked on it, ignored the spam messages, and only read the recent messages. The most recent message was the message sent by his former assistant half a year ago.
When he read it, his expression stiffened a little. This was his resignation letter. Since Dalziel had become CEO, he didn't want to work with him, so he sent the resignation letter to his mailbox. Actually, he didn't need to do so, but because he was his long-time subordinate and had always respected him, he politely sent him an email.
