No matter what you’ve done outside, what you’ve acquired or lost.
After all, I am your father.
Where I am, there’s your home. Do you understand?
I know you have a heart that yearns for freedom.
But tell me, over these years abroad, when have I ever interfered with your affairs?
I’m not depriving you of freedom.
It’s just that you’re not young anymore, and the responsibilities you should bear, you must learn to shoulder them.
This company, Grayson Group, it’s your inescapable responsibility.
Because I am your father, the founder of Grayson Group.
So in the whole world, only you are qualified to take on this burden, understand?"
"What does this have to do with you leaking my privacy?"
"Of course it does. I want you to deal with those two companies yourself.
Find a partner to help you run them like you did with the travel agency.
Or merge them into Grayson Group.
I want your undivided attention on Grayson Group."
Kay Forrest frowned at Grayson Forrest, who had a sudden change from a smiling face to a serious one.
Father and son faced each other across the table, with undeniably thick tension in the air.
The thing Kay Forrest hated most in life was being controlled by others.
"What if I’m not willing?"
"Then I won’t agree to a scion like you marrying a commoner girl as your wife.
You should know, I have plenty of ways to stop you from being with Jane Quinlan."
Grayson Forrest’s gaze held an authoritative chill even without anger.
Kay knew, his father at home was not easy to deal with.
"If you find me displeasing, don’t drag Jane into it."
"If you are displeasing in my eyes, then Jane Quinlan has no reason to exist here anymore."
Kay Forrest stared at him, eyes full of anger.
Grayson Forrest curled his lips into a slight, indifferent smile: "Ultimately, it’s up to you to decide how to proceed."
But Kay Forrest did not speak, turning instead to leave.
Grayson Forrest raised his hand and slapped the wheelchair angrily: "Where are you going."
"For such a big issue, you should give me a few days to think it over, shouldn’t you?"
He said, leaving without looking back and entering his own office.
This office was many times larger than the one at the press office.
But as he walked in, Kay Forrest felt a void in his heart.
He had just sat down in his chair when a young and beautiful female secretary came in with a stack of documents.
"Director Forrest, hello, my name is Wendy Yeager, but everyone calls me Wendy.
Old Forrest arranged for me to be your executive secretary. I look forward to working with you."
Kay Forrest sized up the woman from head to toe.
She had an elegant appearance, but her makeup was too deliberate, the foundation too thick on her face.
Her figure was good, but regrettably, she was a bit short, and no matter how short her dress, it wouldn’t make her legs look longer.
"How old are you?" Kay Forrest crossed his legs.
Kay Forrest nodded: "Hmm, quite young.
Let me give you a few suggestions and warnings.
First, any business I do during working hours must not be reported to old Director Forrest, because you are my secretary, not my father’s.
If I find out you’re playing both sides, you will lose the opportunity to work at Skyward Group.
Second, do not bring personal emotions into work. I don’t like to hear staff gossiping at the door, stirring up trouble.
Third, I don’t like the smell of perfume, so wear less or no perfume from now on.
Fourth, I don’t care what you wear after hours, but during work... your skirt must be formal and above the knee."
Wendy tensed up a bit. Wasn’t the famous young master supposed to be suave and moved by beauty?
Why is this one so different from the rumors?
Wearing a skirt below the knee? As if it was ancient times.
Is this Director Forrest really the son of the president?
"What, you didn’t hear what I said? Why don’t you answer?"
"Director Forrest, I will definitely take note next time."
Kay Forrest nodded and tapped his desk: "Leave the documents, you can go now."
Wendy stepped forward to neatly place the files in front of him then bowed and left.
Kay Forrest kicked his legs out, sliding his chair back two steps.
He propped his legs on the desk and leisurely began to peruse the documents.
Thinking about what Grayson Forrest just said, he felt irritable.
The old man dared to threaten him with Jane... So he really thinks he’s found his weak spot, huh?
Kay Forrest had only signed a few documents before hunger pangs made themselves known.
He checked his phone and saw it was mealtime.
He stood up, picked up his coat, and headed out.
Once outside, Wendy stood up: "Director Forrest, are you going out?"
"Going to eat. You go have lunch, too."
He spoke and continued on his way.
Wendy pursed her lips and looked disappointingly at Kay Forrest’s receding figure.
Weren’t they supposed to... have lunch together?
Everyone envied her when they heard she’d been assigned to Director Forrest yesterday.
She was really looking forward to today, so why did it turn out ...
Once in the elevator down to the underground parking, he dialed Jane Quinlan’s number: "Don’t have lunch, wait for me, I’m coming to you."
"It’s your first day at work, you must be busy, and it’s so far. Don’t come, I can eat by myself."
"It’s not far. Eating alone isn’t good. Wait for me, I’ll be there in ten minutes."
No sooner had his words ended, he saw someone parking their car next to his spot.
Talk about coincidence; the company’s building so tall, the underground parking lot so vast.
And the woman getting out of the car happened to be the last person he wanted to see.