"Summer, tell me, you really didn’t offend any high-ranking person in the TR Group?" Jessica’s surprised voice sounded.
Aside from the bankrupt game company, the headquarters of the two women’s clothing brands and the sanitary napkin brand announced that they were coincidentally acquired by the TR Group and are simultaneously undergoing internal adjustments.
And today, the two endorsements that got canceled were precisely within the scope of these adjustments.
Isn’t all of this too coincidental?
Hearing Jessica’s words, Summer Shawcross was taken aback, somewhat incredulously taking Jessica’s phone.
"Impossible..." Summer looked at the phone with a face full of puzzlement.
This matter indeed seemed targeted at her, but she couldn’t understand why the TR Group would do such a thing.
Or was this whole thing just a coincidence?
...
Two hours later.
Inside the top office of the TR Group.
Having just concluded a hectic meeting, Noah Drexler leaned back in his chair, resting with his eyes slightly closed.
Beside him, Sean Morgan was standing there, reporting some recent matters of the Drexler Family to him.
Listening, Noah’s brows slightly furrowed.
After a long while, he moved his thin lips and uttered a sentence.
"Keep monitoring."
Sean nodded, saying with some relief, "It seems Old Master Drexler should behave himself in the future."
Ever since Mrs. Drexler’s grave was relocated back to the Drexler family cemetery, Old Master Drexler has surprisingly kept quiet.
Listening to Sean’s words, Noah merely curled his lips into a cold smile.
Seeing this, Sean’s face inevitably showed a puzzled expression, "Boss, do you think Old Master Drexler won’t give up just like that?"
Noah pressed his thin lips and did not deny it.
Sean’s expression became complex; he had never seen a father being so heartless and cruel to his wife and children to such an extent.
Since childhood, the Boss and Madam were exiled, experiencing all the world’s hardships. Later, when Madam passed away, and the Boss returned to the Drexler family, he still endured their torment.
Sean had always thought it was a miracle that Noah Drexler survived those inhumane sufferings and lived to this day.
Therefore, no matter what Noah Drexler did to the Drexler family now, he wouldn’t think it’s excessive!
...
——Knock, knock.
...
Just then, the office door suddenly knocked.
Noah didn’t open his eyes, still leaning back in his chair, moving his lips slightly to say in a calm voice.
"Come in."
The office door opened, and Summer Shawcross, dressed in a casual hoodie with black pants, walked in carrying two boxes of fruit she bought on the way.
Seeing Summer coming in, Sean turned and glanced at Noah, who was resting with his eyes closed in his chair, said nothing, just slightly nodded at Summer, and then turned to leave the office.
Summer walked to the desk, seeing Noah resting with his eyes closed in the chair.
And on that handsome, cold face, there was a faint trace of fatigue...
She was slightly stunned.
In her memory, she seemed to have never seen Noah Drexler look tired.
This man, in her impression, was extraordinarily strong in both physical quality and energy.
As if no matter when and where, he would never tire, never feel dejected.
Thinking about it, Summer couldn’t help but sigh quietly in her heart, and then she walked towards him with the fruit.