"She's shy, she'll get over it in a few days," Collins Aiden said with a glass-like look in his eyes, a trace of indulgence passing through, his lips curving into a faint smile, "I'm going back to my room now."
"..." Watching his figure disappear at the stairwell, Mrs. Aiden was at a loss for words for a good while.
Her expression was akin to having seen a ghost.
Turning to her husband, she opened and closed her mouth, and after a long time, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"Did you see that just now? Collins... he smiled..."
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Grande City.
Yale Group.
In the luxurious CEO's office, an oppressive, stormy atmosphere lingered.
The air was so thin that even breathing felt constricting.
"Mr. Chester, I've checked. The Secretariat Department said, today only Miss Sherman brought documents to the CEO's office, but somehow they wound up at the door," Mr. Gomez reported anxiously as he quickly approached Chester Yale.
