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Camila was editing a message to Connor, reporting on the day’s work.
Ding-
The elevator doors suddenly opened. She glanced up unexpectedly and saw a familiar tall figure approaching her. Camila swiftly stood up, smiling. “Hello, Mr. Connor.”
Connor grunted in acknowledgment, stopping in front of her desk.
Camila stood respectfully, waiting for him to speak. Connor just stared at her and was slow to say anything.
“Mr. Connor?” Camila broke the silence.
Just as the elevator doors opened again, Alan approached them. Connor slightly nodded, saying, “Which documents need priority signing? Have them sorted for me.”
“Already done, they’re in your office with yellow sticky notes,” Camila replied.
Alan had reached them.
“Bring in two cups of coffee,” Connor said, then turned and walked toward his office.
“Sure.”
Connor sat in his spacious office, his gaze intense and piercing, as if he could see through all facades.
He said, “The corporation is considering acquiring Voss Telecom and Ocean Chips. It seems the group is looking to transition from traditional industries to high–tech.”
Alan stood by, quickly handing Connor a detailed report. He calmly analyzed it, “This news is like a bombshell, causing a major stir within the company. Everyone is speculating about who will ultimately take over the new division.”
Connor nodded slightly.
Alan continued, “Your uncle has already started to make his move, clearly wanting to incorporate the new division under his control to further solidify his position within the company. And your other uncle, of course, won’t easily give up this lucrative opportunity.” A complex emotion flickered in Connor’s eyes.
“But, there’s a rumor among the shareholders…” Alan hesitated, then continued, “This acquisition of Voss Telecom and Ocean Chips is actually a stepping stone Mr. Passos laid out for your integration into the company.”
Connor did not respond immediately. He fell silent for a moment.
“They won’t let me enter the company smoothly. Keep a close eye on the company’s IPO. They might try to pull something.” “I will,” said Alan.
“By the way, what’s the occasion? Why are there roses everywhere in the office?” Connor asked.
Alan touched his nose, a slight grin on his face. “Mr. Howard was here this afternoon.”
Connor picked up a cigarette box from the desk. He held the unlit cigarette between his fingers as he played with it, looking up at Alan. Alan’s smile was sly and teasing as he continued, “He brought Camila 99 roses.”
Connor paused, a trace of an indefinable emotion crossing his face. A hint of impatience crept into his brow.
Knock, knock-
Camila stood at the door with coffee.
“Come in.”
Carmila heard the cold voice and pushed the door open. “Mr. Connor, your coffee. She placed the coffee on the desk. Connor locked up at her, his expression neutral. “Camila, I’m allergic to pollen.” All content is © N0velDrama.Org.
Alan, who was drinking his coffee, choked on hearing this, spraying it all over Connor’s desk
Camila quickly pulled out a tissue, frantically wiping the desk.
Connor frowned, glancing at Alan.
“Sorry, it went down the wrong way, Alan said awkwardly.
“Let it be known that there will be no fresh flowers in the office, Connor said sternly, his voice brooking no argument