Playtime's Over, CEO: She's Really Done With You-Chapter 465: Your Habits Resemble His

Time passed slowly.

On this day, Serena Sterling arrived at Zink Tower.

Serena brought Raine to the reception desk.

"Hello, we have an appointment with Chairman Zink. Under the name Serena Sterling," Raine said.

Before long, someone instructed them to go up.

The elevator ascended.

"Ding!"

Upon reaching the floor, Serena led Raine out.

Serena kept her eyes straight ahead but observed the décor.

Everything was conventional, with the distinctive feature being numerous plants.

This entire floor was Chairman Zink’s office, and the décor reflected his style.

They followed a secretary inside.

"Knock, knock."

"Chairman, Serena is here," said the voice over the intercom.

"Let her in," came Chairman Zink’s voice.

The door opened, and Serena walked in.

"Hold on," the secretary stopped Raine, looking at Serena, "The Chairman only asked for Miss Sheridan to enter alone."

Raine was a little anxious, "But..."

Serena patted Raine’s shoulder, saying, "It’s okay, wait for me here."

With that, she went inside.

Zink was watering flowers.

There were even more plants inside than outside.

Serena smiled and said, "Chairman Zink, I am Serena Sterling, we had an appointment before, do you remember?"

Zink ignored Serena, only staring at those plants.

Among them was a pot that seemed like it was dying.

Zink scratched his head, looking troubled.

Serena’s gaze fell on that pot.

The sunlight was excellent there, actually very suitable for plant growth.

But that pot of plants preferred shade.

Should she say something?

Previously, Mrs. Huxley mentioned that at the tycoon’s gathering, Chairman Zink didn’t like her and thought little of her.

If she said something, would it seem like she was showing off to Chairman Zink?

But now it was just the two of them here, and he did look quite troubled.

Thinking it over, Serena walked over to Zink’s side, looked at him, and tried to phrase it differently, gently saying, "Chairman Zink, maybe changing its position would be better."

Zink put down the watering can, giving Serena a glare.

Serena kept smiling but felt a bit nervous inside.

"I know it prefers shade," Zink grumbled, "I’ve tended plants for so many years, don’t you think I understand?"

He pointed to an open booklet on the side, which had a description of that exact plant.

"Then..." Serena looked at Chairman Zink in confusion.

A person knows everything, yet deliberately goes against the norm.

Serena’s gaze once again swept over the nearly dying plant.

She noticed signs of it being moved.

"Don’t overthink it." Zink tapped Serena’s forehead, "You act just like your father, always overanalyzing what people are doing, trying to figure out some deeper meaning."

Serena covered her forehead, looking somewhat dazedly at Zink.

Zink glanced behind her.

"Didn’t bring me a gift?" Zink stared at Serena and asked.

"I did." Serena responded quickly, handing him a small, packaged box.

Zink took it, opened it, and revealed a gemstone succulent brooch.

"Do you like it, Chairman Zink?" Serena asked.

"Hmph!"

Zink snorted coldly, glaring at Serena again.

Serena, too, felt like scratching her head.

It was said that Chairman Zink had a bad temper, with just one hobby—tending to his plants.

So she chose a succulent brooch as a small gift.

But it seemed Zink still didn’t like it.

"I moved that plant because it had been in the dark its whole life, and I wanted it to see sunlight before its life ended," Zink said grumpily, "It was already like that before I moved it."

Serena’s gaze once more settled on that pot.

"But it clearly prefers shade; won’t it be uncomfortable there?"

Zink took the box, sat down on a chair on the side.

He looked at the succulent brooch in the box, then at Serena’s puzzled face.

Zink chuckled.

"Can’t figure it out, can you?" he said smugly.

Serena nodded honestly.

"Haha, not figuring it out is right, I was just messing with you!" Zink laughed heartily.

Serena looked at Chairman Zink, bewildered.

Zink felt even more amused looking at her.

"Your behavior is very much like Evan Sheridan’s."

Zink said, "The first time he came to see me, he also brought a plant-related gift."

Serena’s gaze fell on the succulent brooch.

"At the time, there was a plant there too, and it looked just like this." Zink pointed at the plant, "He told me it preferred shade and helped me move it inside."

"You’re more tactful than him, but also a little dumber," Zink said irritably.

Serena smiled.

Her expression subtly melancholic.

"Back then, the people here were different." Zink continued, "My daughter was here that day too."

"Evan Sheridan’s actions had my daughter infatuated. After having a few meals together, she was determined to marry him."

Zink rolled his eyes as he spoke.

He was pestered by his daughter, so he had no choice but to approach Evan.

But Evan simply apologized.

Soon after, Sheila Jenkins won Evan’s heart by dancing at a soiree.

From then on, Evan pursued Sheila Jenkins fervently.

Refusing to accept this, his daughter confronted Evan herself, but was gently turned down.

Though not many people knew about it, somehow it still got out.

His daughter became a laughingstock, crying at home for days, too afraid to go out.

Since then, he’s come to dislike Evan Sheridan.

Listening to Zink recount these past events was a novel experience for Serena.

These things happened before she even existed.

Serena was listening intently when suddenly, Zink turned around and glared at her: "So, the daughter of Evan Sheridan, I dislike you too!"

The topic shifted so quickly.

"The reason I’m telling you this is because I knew you’d come looking for me."

Zink said, "Now you know, so you don’t need to come back!"

In the bright office, Serena looked at Zink with no immediate solution.

Was she supposed to just leave like that?

She wasn’t ready to give up.

Thinking about it, she tried saying, "Since the Chairman knows I’d come looking, you must know what I want to ask."

"Regarding your father’s death, I know nothing," Zink said bluntly, "Even if I did, I wouldn’t say anything."

"Leave!" Zink glared at Serena, "Before I get really angry!"

Really angry?

So he wasn’t really angry yet.

Serena thought it over and nodded, "Then I’ll come back to visit you another time."

"I already said I won’t see you!" Zink shouted angrily.

Serena didn’t argue, only saying, "Since the Chairman doesn’t want to speak, may I dare to ask for something?"

"You want to take something from me?" Zink slammed the table and stood up.

Serena looked at the potted plant over there.

Last time, her father had moved that plant.

"I’d like to take it home, if I may? Chairman," Serena said.

Zink followed Serena’s gaze over and suddenly understood.

"You want to take it back, revive it, and later bring it to me to win my favor, correct?"

"I’ve seen this trick many times before!" Zink said smugly.