Falling for the Goddess

Mrs. Blake is Mischievous, Please Bear With Her

The group chat suddenly went silent.

Adrian Blake stared at the chat usernames, his brows furrowing slightly.

Had he... been mistreating them?

Five insurances, one fund, fourteen months' salary, regular team-building events, generous benefits, paid overtime, and even year-end bonuses.

And yet, they were still calling themselves poor?

Sara Hart noticed that Adrian was staring at his phone for an unusually long time. She leaned over, her brows slightly raised. "What's wrong?"

Adrian walked over, sat beside her, and handed her the phone.

Sara scrolled through the messages quickly, taking in the group chat's lively discussion. She turned to Adrian, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Kneeling on a keyboard? Sleeping on the couch?"

Adrian choked. "They're just making things up. You wouldn't actually make me do that, would you?"

Sara tilted her head in playful contemplation. "Well... if you make me angry, it's not impossible..."

Though honestly, she couldn't imagine Adrian kneeling on durian shells. That was too absurd. She was just teasing him.

Adrian pointed at the chat. "Look at these usernames—Lazy Slacker, Most Miserable Employee, Boss, Please Give Me Money—are they really this broke? YD's salaries aren't low."

Sara burst into laughter. "You don't spend much time online, do you?"

Adrian rarely used social media unless it was for work or research.

"These are just internet jokes," Sara explained. "Look, even my social media username is Lab Rat Extraordinaire."

She showed him her phone, where her profile name read: Tired Researcher Moving Bricks in a Lab.

Adrian raised an eyebrow. "Young people, huh? Are you implying I'm old?"

Sara quickly shook her head, trying to suppress a grin.

Adrian pinched her cheek gently, his voice indulgent. "You're still laughing."

Sara leaned in closer, her tone honeyed. "Adrian, you're devastatingly handsome, absolutely divine. If you told someone you were still in college, they'd believe it."

She didn't notice her thumb pressing down on the voice message button.

The moment she finished speaking, the voice message was sent to the company group chat.

A beat of silence.

Then—

Group Chat Chaos:

—"HOLY SH*T, DID EVERYONE HEAR THAT?!"
—"I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS. I AM LOSING MY MIND."
—"I AM BEING FORCE-FED DOG FOOD. HELP."
—"SHE SOUNDS SO SWEET! PEI YU, YOU LUCKY BASTARD!"
—"THE WAY SHE SAID IT... I GET IT NOW. I FINALLY UNDERSTAND WHY OUR BOSS IS SO DIFFERENT NOW."

Office-wide, quiet screams erupted.

They were witnessing Adrian's actual private life.

This was worse than being force-fed dog food—it was being suffocated by it.

Back in Adrian's office...

Sara was blissfully unaware of the chaos she had caused.

Adrian, however, realized the blunder a few minutes later.

Too late to recall the message.

He sighed, then turned to Sara. "Madam, if you want to compliment me, please do it at home. There are a lot of people here."

Sara blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

Adrian handed her the phone, opening the group chat to her voice message.

The moment her own voice—"Adrian, you're devastatingly handsome, absolutely divine."—played back, she froze.

A second later—

Sara's ears turned bright red.

She had sent that to the entire company?!

She wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.

"Adrian, can i still leave the company?"

"Is it too late to move to another planet?"

Adrian, completely unfazed, chuckled and sent another message to the group:

"Mrs. Blake is mischievous. Please bear with her."