Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 389

Aiden was working in his office when Emyr entered after knocking on the door.

"Sir, the report that you requested has been prepared," he said, placing the file on Aiden's desk and politely pushing it towards him.

Aiden glanced at the file before picking it up and flipping through the pages. As he scanned the contents, his expression remained unreadable.

After a moment, he nodded.

"It still lacks details. This is not enough."

With that, he closed the file and, without a second thought, dropped it into the trash can.

Emyr wasn't surprised at all. From the very beginning, he had known about his boss's pursuit of perfection.

"Noted, sir," Emyr responded with a nod, already sending a notice to the team responsible for the report. "I have informed them, and they have already started re-working on it."

Aiden hummed in acknowledgement and turned his attention back to the file he had been reviewing earlier.

The office was silent except for the faint sound of papers turning. But just as the time was passing, his phone rang, breaking the stillness.

Aiden ignored it at first, continuing to review the document. However, as the ringtone continued further, he glanced at the caller ID before putting it on speaker.

He didn't speak but rather turned to look back into the documents.

Emyr, who had been standing quietly, didn't know who was on the call. But since, Aiden hadn't asked him to leave, he assumed there was no requirement to.

For a brief while, neither of the sides spoke. It seemed like a challenge of patience.

While Aiden didn't seem to be losing, the patience of the person on the other end thinned. And soon, a gruff voice came through the speaker.

"Brat!"

The single word carried an unmistakable authority, and Emyr instantly recognized the caller.

Although he hadn't met him many times, he knew that in this world, there was only one person who dared to address Aiden Winslow in such a manner —

Morgan Winslow, his grandfather.

No one else held such guts …

Aiden wasn't fazed at that tone. He sat neutrally behind his desk, working as he affirmed. "Grandpa!"

"So, you still have the consciousness to recognize me?" Morgan sneered. "If not, I almost thought you considered me dead." His voice came sharp, carrying an underlying weight of authority. But it wasn't received as it was expected to be.

Aiden had no intention of coaxing the old man. He simply continued flipping through the pages of his file, making no effort to respond.

In the end, it was Morgan who broke the silence again.

"What? You have nothing to explain at all?" His tone was as sharp as before, laced with mock irritation.

Aiden's expression still showed no hints. Closing the file, he simply said, "I don't owe you an explanation."

"Basta*d! I am the chairman of the company, and above that, I am your grandfather. Is that how you talk to me?" Morgan snapped, his voice booming through the speaker.

If it had been anyone else, they would have cowered in submission.

But Aiden?