Robert Williams followed Asher Land all the way into the office.
He turned around to close the door and walked up to Asher Land.
"President Land, attending the Hush Sky meeting today certainly made many feel suffocated," Robert Williams lamented beside him.
Indeed, no one welcomed him, but no one had the ability to kick him out of the meeting room.
"I suspect some small shareholders know Hush Sky won’t last long, and soon, they’ll sell their shares to you for self-preservation."
Asher Land didn’t speak; he just sat leisurely on the sofa with his long legs crossed, casually flipping through a financial magazine.
Last time, Hush Sky ambushed Golden Era, causing a major loss, and this time Golden Era is bound to pay it back. But why does he feel uneasy inside, with a lingering sense of foreboding?
"Assign some more people around Sophie Smith, just in case Hush Sky becomes desperate and considers targeting Sophie," he said, frowning, his face a bit severe.
Robert Williams naturally understood. Sophie Smith is currently Asher Land’s precious one, and Hush Sky knows this woman is the boss’s fatal weakness, inevitably wanting to start with her.
"Alright, I understand, President Land."
"Also, don’t leak the news to her that I am suppressing Hush Sky."
Thinking of it, he feels like he’s deceiving her again; after all, he promised to let Hush Sky off, but he had no choice since headquarters was pressing too hard.
Recently, Sophie Smith has felt baffled; wherever she goes, there’s a large group of people following: doctor, servant, bodyguard...
Is Asher Land really necessary? It’s just a pregnancy. What’s with this fuss?
She was in her room making a call and grumbling to Eva Miller.
"I suspect he has delusions, always thinking something will happen to me."
"Sophie, President Land is concerned about you, don’t misunderstand his intentions," Eva Miller brushed her off casually, "Um, I have engagements this afternoon, no time to chat with you, goodbye!"
Eva Miller quickly hung up the phone, but Sophie Smith felt her tone today was somewhat unusual.
After hanging up, Eva Miller turned her gaze towards the bed, where a man dressed in a white robe lay.
"Was it her?" Oliver Johnson raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Yes." Eva Miller nodded.
Oliver Johnson fell silent and casually took a sip of the red wine beside the bed.
Eva Miller hesitated but approached his side. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵
"Brother Johnson, have you been troubled recently? Is it..." Eva Miller hesitated for a moment, "Is it related to Sophie Smith?"
"No," Oliver Johnson swiftly replied to her.
Eva Miller felt somewhat helpless; clearly, everyone could see Oliver Johnson cares about Sophie Smith, but he’s unwilling to admit it now.
She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes very beautiful.
Oliver Johnson glanced at the head in front of him, feeling somewhat conflicted inside.
She is Eva Miller, not Sophie Smith; why does he always treat her as another woman?
Eva Miller’s concern for him is not unnoticed, but subconsciously, he refuses to admit it, wondering if his current behavior towards her is unfair.
Her long hair was still a bit damp, Oliver Johnson put down the goblet in his hand and picked up a dry towel and a hairdryer, walking up to her.
"Sit down, I’ll help you dry your hair," he said in a gentle yet commanding tone.