The next day, at the headquarters building of The Jacobs Group in Westmarch, a bizarre scene was occurring again.
"Assistant Keaton, what do you think of this plan?"
After the newly appointed project leader of Caelan Sea finished presenting the latest project plan, their president, Miles Jacobs, once again cautiously asked his assistant.
But the assistant seemed somewhat distracted, just playing with his phone and ignoring the inquiry.
If it were any other company’s president, the documents would probably have been thrown at the assistant’s forehead by now, telling him to play with his phone at home, and to get out of the meeting room.
But their president at The Jacobs Group was just that amiable.
Seeing Kyle Keaton not responding, as if lost in his own world, Miles even gently tugged on Kyle’s sleeve, "Assistant Keaton?"
If this scene were seen by others, they might be perplexed.
But the senior management participating in the Caelan Sea project were already accustomed to it.
Because such incidents almost happened every day after the meetings concluded.
It gave the impression that the one leading the Caelan Sea project wasn’t Mr. Jacobs, but this unknown assistant.
Otherwise, why did Mr. Jacobs suspend even his own nephew just to keep Assistant Keaton on this project?
With the precedent set by Nathan Jacobs, even though the management had doubts about Mr. Jacobs’ attitude, they didn’t dare to say or ask anything. For original chapters go to NoveI[F]ire.net
"Where are we?" Kyle Keaton snapped back to reality, rubbing his forehead with slight fatigue.
Last night, July Quinn inexplicably handed him a divorce agreement, making him toss and turn all night.
And that’s not all; he found it difficult to concentrate during today’s meeting.
It made him feel quite bewildered.
He couldn’t understand how that woman seemed like a completely different person, even staying out all night.
Nor could he understand why he was acting so abnormal for a woman he had only just met.
"They finished presenting their plan."
Miles Jacobs frowned, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Miles Jacobs knew that Kyle seldom exhibited such an absent-minded state at work.
So he glanced at Kyle Keaton again, noticing the tiredness that could not be concealed by his handsome features.
"How about rescheduling the meeting for tomorrow?"
Adhering to the principle of "even if the client abuses me several times over, I’ll treat the client like my dream lover," Miles considered everything from Kyle Keaton’s standpoint.
Even though many people in the meeting room resisted silently through eye contact, he ignored them.
"No need, just show me the meeting records later; I’ll let you know the results by the afternoon."
Kyle Keaton knew well how tedious it was to go through the same meeting content multiple times, and that it wasn’t efficient.
With his decision, the faces of others in the meeting room visibly brightened.
"Alright, I’ll have them send the meeting records to you afterward. Thank you, Assistant Keaton."
Kyle Keaton didn’t respond, just rubbed his forehead again.
Just then, his phone rang.
Kyle Keaton glanced at it, noticing it was an unfamiliar local number from Westmarch, and frowned.
He hadn’t connected with many people in Westmarch, and few knew this number.
Who could be contacting him?
Could it be July Quinn?
The thought that popped up in his mind prompted him to answer the call.
On the other end of the line, a stranger’s male voice greeted him.
Kyle Keaton was about to hang up straight away until he heard the caller mention July Quinn’s name.
"Hello, Mr. Kyle Keaton, I am Jason Zachary from Lucas Lawyers in Westmarch, requested by Miss July Quinn to inform you that she has transferred the ownership of Verona Winery under Quinn Group to you..."
At that moment, Kyle Keaton felt the veins in his forehead throb violently.
Even though July had mentioned transferring the winery to him last night.
At that time, he had nearly lost it.
But the shock was far less intense than being told at this moment that the winery was directly transferred into his name.
Damned July Quinn, to dare use money to insult Kyle Keaton!
Unable to tolerate such humiliation, he smashed his phone in rage onto the ground...