The Unwanted Husband Strikes Back

17. Mr. Whote's Drama

"Report what this man has done to Mr. Warner! What he's done is libelous!" exclaimed Matthew, who still didn't accept what Danny had said.

"You gave me a good idea, Mr. Huxley," said Mr. White.

Matthew glanced sarcastically at Danny, and his lips twitched to say,' Mampus.' Then Grandma Huxley's favorite grandson laughed.

Denis White immediately answered Mr Warner's call and was very friendly and polite. "Mr. Warner, you called me personally; this is a surprise! I was planning to call you on Monday to discuss company expansion issues. I have a good plan for you."

"Mmm, Mr. White, you didn't bother to call me or discuss your plans. I am contacting you because I want to break the news of your termination. Come to the office on Monday to collect your final paycheck!"

Dennis White gasped. He had been fired from his job. His face turned pale, attracting the guests' attention, especially Sharon Bennet, who was standing near him.

He asked himself, 'What was the reason for my dismissal?' He had never done anything wrong, was a competent employee, and had good relationships. If not, how could she get promoted in just one year of employment?

'No. I mustn't panic, let alone show this news to the Huxley family and other invited guests. If they knew about this, it's not impossible that they would treat me with contempt like this useless son-in-law.'

Although not from an upper-class background, Dennis White already knew what most upper-class people were like. No one was sincere in their social relationships; it was all based on interests. As long as you have wealth and position, you will get the proper treatment; if not, just forget about their warm treatment.

Not wanting his misfortune to be discovered, he chose to play along and pretend to have a close relationship with Mr. Warner.

"Thank you, Mr. Warner. It's an honor to be invited to dinner with you and your family. Of course, I won't mind sharing my plans during dinner. You don't have to feel uncomfortable with me," Mr. White said aloud. He wanted people to believe his boast and think he was still important in the Northern Coastal city.

"Mr. Warner, I said you shouldn't bother telling us about your plans. Your tenure with our company ends today, and on Monday, you can pack up your things at the office and collect your last paycheck!" Mr. Warner said this firmly.

Mr White looked desperate at this point. Wasn't being fired from a job almost the same as being blocked? After this, he would have difficulty finding a job with a comparable title. But he still didn't want to show this, so Mr. White chose to laugh. "Mr. Warner, you are very polite and respect me as your subordinate. I'll certainly oblige if you want to invite me for an after-dinner drink and karaoke. You should not hesitate to invite me whenever I am ready."

Mr. Warner looked puzzled at Mr. White's reply. Even on the phone, he scratched his head, which was not itchy, and muttered, "Is there something wrong with my words that he doesn't understand what I'm saying?"

But Mr. Warner did not want to worry about this. He decided to end the call with Mr. White immediately. 'I'll go crazy if I keep dealing with this guy. Phoenix Crest Group President's request to fire him is very reasonable.'

"Alright, Mr. White. I've told you everything. On Monday, you can come in during office hours. The personnel department has prepared everything!" exclaimed Mr. Warner as he hung up the phone.

"Oh, Mr. Warner, I almost forgot. Just now, there was someone who fantasized about inviting you to lunch; what should I do with him?" asked Mr White, deliberately provoking the attention of the invitees and the Huxley family.

Just then, he heard the Huxleys talking to each other. They all seemed amazed by Mr. White and Mr. Warner's closeness.

"They have a close relationship, and I'm sure Mr. White performed well. We should keep people like Mr. Warner and Mr. White; they're both geniuses," Grandmother instructed her family members.

"I understand, Grandma; if there is a project, I will consider Mr. Warner," Desmond said.

Almost the entire city knew about Mr. Warner's company's prestige. Although it was still a start-up, the company grew significantly, constantly increasing monthly.

Mr. White smiled at this and said, "Alright then, Mr. Warner, see you tonight!"

Danny, who saw this, also raised an eyebrow. Mr. White's reaction did not match his expectations. "What did he say? Why did he look enthusiastic and even get a dinner invitation from Mr. Warner? Has Simon not delivered my orders yet?"

After Mr. White hung up, Matthew went straight to him and congratulated him: "Congratulations, Mr. White. It's not easy to meet Mr. Warner in person, but you were invited to have dinner with him. I know; you must have performed very well."

"Mr. White, from the conversation we overheard, I can infer that you are very close to Mr. Warner. You great, unlike that useless person," Laura said as she insinuated Danny.

"Ah, Miss Huxley, you praise too much. I'm also someone from the lower middle class. Because of my poor background, I try to study hard and work harder. Slowly but surely, I got promoted and took up the position of Operations Manager," Mr. White said with humility.

"It's true that the most important thing is hard work. Not being lazy and enjoying life as a hobo like someone," Laura added, clearly sarcastic at Danny.

Matthew snapped his fingers and called the waiter, then handed Mr. White another glass.

"Mr. White, I would like to propose a toast to you in congratulations. May you always be blessed and successful for all time," Matthew said as he raised his glass.

Mr. White immediately gulped down the wine in one gulp after the toast. Everyone looked at him with admiration.

"You're excellent!"

One by one, the guests invited him to make a toast, and Mr. White did the same. He drank it in one gulp, which is what someone under stress would typically do. Sharon Bennet began to notice this.