365 Days of Rejected Proposal: CEO's Rebellious Pet-Chapter 134: President Forrest Is Just a Sycophant

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: President Forrest Is Just a Sycophant

At this point, even Timothy Cohen was getting anxious on Jenson Forrest’s behalf.

As the special assistant, Timothy felt he had a clear view of the situation. It was obvious the president was concerned about his wife and cared deeply about their marriage.

Back when Zinnia Lawrence was still working in the president’s office, Timothy had often come in to deliver documents, only to find the president secretly watching her from behind his desk.

Sometimes, he was so engrossed that he didn’t even notice Timothy entering, and that normally cold, austere face would break into a lovesick smile.

This is love.

Back then, Timothy had been a huge shipper of the president and his secretly-married young wife. Who would have thought that one day they would talk about divorce and actually go through with it?

He’d thought it was just a squabble, but it was turning into a real divorce.

These days, the president barely spoke. When he did, his words were laced with anger—all because his wife was leaving.

Timothy thought the president was too proud. If he needed a ladder to get himself to the airport to win his wife back, Timothy didn’t mind being that ladder.

"Boss, there’s no obstacle a husband and wife can’t overcome. There aren’t any major issues between you and Mrs. Forrest. She’s just upset about Miss Sutton. If you explain things to her clearly, she won’t leave. She loves you so much."

"Are you finished?" Jenson Forrest asked, looking at Timothy.

Jenson’s response invigorated Timothy. He nodded fervently and launched back into his plea.

"If you really let Mrs. Forrest go abroad, and the two of you enter a cold war for a month, even the deepest feelings will grow cold. By the time she returns, it might really just be to go to the civil affairs bureau with you and get a divorce certificate..."

Jenson nodded. "When you’re finished, get out."

With that, the man lowered his head and went back to flipping through the documents in his hand.

Timothy was speechless.

The reaction was so cold. Is my eloquence lacking? As their number one shipper, am I not trying hard enough? Am I not sincere enough? How can a shipper’s heart withstand such devastation?

A stubborn streak took over. Feeling as if his feet were welded to the floor, Timothy spoke again.

"President, a man’s pride isn’t that important right now! You..."

Jenson, now thoroughly aggravated, let out a soft chuckle. He looked up at Timothy, a smirk playing on his thin lips.

"So? You set your pride aside and begged your cheating fiancée to come back. Did she regret it? Did she take you back?"

Timothy was utterly speechless.

A bolt from the blue! How did this suddenly turn into a personal attack?

Timothy’s face fell. "President, my girlfriend didn’t cheat..."

"Right. She was just keeping you on the back burner."

Timothy had returned from abroad, eager to propose, only to find his girlfriend had already printed wedding invitations with another man.

Even so, Timothy had still prepared a proposal ceremony. The woman never even showed up, and Timothy ended up getting drunk and crying beneath her apartment building.

"It was only because I was too busy... I never had time for her. I missed her birthday, and I wasn’t there when her father had a car accident..."

"She’s so wonderful. Remember to bring a generous gift to her wedding next week."

Jenson sneered. A simp like Timothy thinks he can give me advice? How clueless.

"Get out! The schedule remains unchanged."

As the man ordered in a low voice, Timothy’s eyes began to redden, stung by the blow.

He mustered a great deal of courage. "My ex-girlfriend wasn’t perfect, but I had my own responsibilities in the matter, so I don’t blame her. Rest assured, President, I will sincerely wish her well at her wedding next week because I haven’t moved on. But since she has found a better option, I will bless her. That’s what’s in my heart. But what about yours, President? Are you really willing to let Mrs. Forrest go?"

After he finished, Timothy turned to flee without waiting for Jenson to erupt.

However, just as his hand touched the office door, Jenson’s chilly, death-knell of a voice reached him from behind.

"Lately, many employees at the group have been facing mental stress. The logistics department is planning to set up a dedicated psychological relief room. Since you’re so good at counseling others, you can be the relief counselor. You’ll have plenty of time to be a simp in the future."

Timothy’s face contorted in a grimace, and he wished he could slap himself. He knew about the relief room. The employees were privately calling it Stellar’s ’community council,’ weren’t they? Don’t be so cruel! I’m a top student with dual degrees in Finance and Investment from a world-class university! Am I really being demoted to be the company’s ’neighborhood auntie’?

Gritting his teeth, Timothy silently hoped President Forrest would hold his ground and not chase after her to the airport.

If he goes, he’ll be an even bigger simp than I am!

After Timothy left, Jenson continued to stare at the reports before him, his expression placid.

Just a few moments later, he pulled over another stack of proposals. The more he read, the more irritated he became.

The man could no longer maintain his forced calm. He raised a hand to rub the bridge of his nose and pushed away all the files in front of him.

Leaning back in his chair, he forcefully yanked his tie loose.

After a moment, he leaned forward again, opened a drawer, and reached for the journal at the very bottom.

But just as his fingers brushed the leather cover, he froze. With a surge of irritation, he kicked the drawer shut.

Timothy had said there were no major issues between him and Zinnia, that he just needed to explain about Crystal Sutton.

Ha. He had already told her that Crystal Sutton’s child wasn’t his. Zinnia knew that, but did she ever care? The biggest problem is that my wife doesn’t love me and is dead set on getting a divorce. Over this period, hasn’t my unwillingness to divorce her and let her go made my intentions to save our marriage obvious enough? But that little woman has a heart of stone; she simply doesn’t care. The little bird has grown up. Its wings are strong now, and it yearns for the outside world.

Jenson didn’t believe that a woman he’d been trying to win back for over a month would suddenly change her mind just because he showed up at the airport now.

In the past, I mistakenly believed she had drugged me to secure her place in the Forrest Family, and I used that as a reason to keep her trapped in this marriage with a clear conscience. But now I know she was innocent. Her life in the Forrest Family was miserable; she had come to hate me. She had asked me to ’dote on her’ one last time, which meant letting her go.

He could still remember her expression—so mournfully earnest, so pale she looked ready to collapse.

What else could he do but let her go? Was he supposed to watch her suffocate, to watch her wither away right before his eyes?

But Timothy’s words had thrown his mind into turmoil. He had never felt so agitated and frantic.

He had a feeling that if he really let Zinnia go today, it would be just as Timothy said: the next time they met would be to get their divorce certificate.

She would no longer be his Mrs. Forrest. She could then be with any man she wanted, openly and without restraint.

The mere thought of that scene felt like a thousand arrows piercing his heart. The pain was unbearable, driving him to the brink of madness.

But it wasn’t as if he’d done nothing. He had left one last glimmer of hope for their marriage.

Whether it works or not... I’ll just leave it to fate.

As this thought crossed his mind, the man abruptly pushed his chair back, stood, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to light a cigarette.

Half a cigarette later, Jenson emerged from his office and gave a command in a deep voice.

"Notify the planning department to schedule an additional meeting."

Instantly, the entire secretarial department buzzed with activity.

「At noon」

Jenson went to The Imperial Palate for lunch with President Tate from CoreGen, just as planned.

The Imperial Palate boasted a classic Chinese architectural style with discreet private rooms. When Jenson arrived at their room, President Tate was already there.

This wasn’t their first collaboration, so they were already familiar with each other. Jenson simply nodded at President Tate, sat down, and, foregoing pleasantries, got straight to business.

Meanwhile, at the same restaurant, Yara Fairchild stepped out of a car at the entrance. She glanced at the time and called Zinnia Lawrence.

Zinnia answered quickly.

"Zinnia, have you left yet?" Yara asked, sounding apologetic and on the verge of tears. "I can’t make it back! The cocktail party was pushed back, and I only just got here. I’m still waiting for Joy..."

On the other end, Zinnia’s light laughter could be heard.

"Don’t you worry. I’ve already left, and everything’s going smoothly. I’ll be waiting for your good news! Alright, you focus on your work. I’m hanging up."

Just as Yara put her phone in her pocket, Joy arrived. She grabbed Yara’s arm and reminded her again.

"Yara, remember this: Director Ward has no other hobbies. He doesn’t care about women or money, he only loves wine! He’s a true connoisseur. Once he’s had a good time drinking, he’ll agree to anything. Today, we sisters have one mission: drink him under the table. Do that, and the role is yours!"

Yara was still a bit nervous. "Joy, I know I might look like I can drink, but my tolerance is actually terrible."

Joy patted her shoulder. "That’s why I’m here! My tolerance is pretty good. Now, stop dawdling. Let’s go! Director Ward might already be inside!"