Titus Zane lowered his eyes, the thick curl of his lashes hiding the emotions beneath, his lips curved upward, yet everyone could see that it was a smile struggling to maintain its shape.
Turning to leave the office, the moment the door shut, Wesley Foley slammed the case file in front of him onto the desk with a smack.
Feeling somewhat irritable, ever since Titus Zane had taken that phone call this morning.
He clearly heard her call out a man’s name, one that sounded very cheerful.
He admitted, he was jealous, even envious!
Because, in front of himself, she had never shown such pleasure.
When he had confessed his feelings, he could see the panic and hesitation in the depths of her eyes.
He didn’t consider himself perfect, but, for a man, what is the use of a perfectly polished exterior?
In this materialistic society, all that mattered was ability!
Standing on a high stage, how many women would flock to him.
Yet of the many, he took a fancy to none.
The one he did fancy, turned out to be a cold bucket of water.
Those who stand at the very top of the biological chain each have their own pride.
He had already lowered his stance for her, dropped hints more than once, made his confession, but this woman...
Always maintained a distance that was neither close nor far.
He even suspected she was a veteran in the battleground of love, never rejecting men who admired her, yet not accommodating either, keeping him as a spare tire at her side, only to turn around and consider him when one day she couldn’t find someone suitable.
Thinking of such a possibility made Wesley Foley feel sad for himself.
But on second thought, she didn’t seem to be that kind of woman.
Because of her inherently noble temperament and the faint touch of sorrow that inadvertently showed, Wesley Foley thought she must be a woman with a story.
Otherwise, why would she still be alone at this age?
If one were to say she had never had a boyfriend before, the likelihood seemed very low, especially for a woman with her combination of talent and beauty.
He sighed deeply, picking up the document he had thrown in frustration, shaking his head, feeling helpless about his own narrow-minded actions.
Since when had his thoughts been so influenced by her...
Leaving the President’s office, Titus Zane held her schedule and walked towards her own office.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable in her heart due to Wesley Foley’s cold demeanor.
She knew that ever since she had taken Nathan Moore’s call, Wesley’s behavior had changed, no longer deliberately creating ambiguous situations, no longer subtly signaling anything to her; yet she hadn’t expected the change to be so rapid.
Continuing , would he... reassign her away from his side? If that was the case, what strategy could she adopt to get what she wanted?
In fact, when she had visited the research institute yesterday, she had the chance to obtain something, because those forms covered with incomprehensible data must be the figures for a new product in development, as each sheet was marked with a ’K23’ in the upper-left corner.
The buyer for the order was after this very thing.
Just as she entered her office, the ringtone of her mobile phone sounded. After glancing at the caller ID, Titus Zane closed the door and walked to her desk before answering the call.
"Carry, how is it going? Have you seen (come into contact with) that (data)?"
The call was from Sister Hua, who was worried about being overheard by others, so she spoke in a veiled manner that sounded like a normal conversation.
Subconsciously, Titus Zane looked towards the door, "Not yet, this seems to be quite challenging."
"Carry, don’t lose heart, with your capabilities, you can certainly do it!" Sister Hua encouraged Titus Zane over the phone, though she was well aware that if Titus Zane couldn’t accomplish it, nobody could.