Empire Group held a meeting where department heads presented their progress reports.
The ambiance was formal and everyone appeared solemn.
Damien Wolfe reclined in his chair, gazing at the screen projecting in front of him. His charming face betrayed no emotions.
Abruptly, a mobile phone rang.
All eyes followed the sound and saw the CEO pick up the phone, stand up, and exit the room.
“Hello, is there anything wrong?”
His tone was gentle.
The rest exchanged baffled glances, as if they had witnessed a surreal experience.
Damien opened the office door, and a voice whispered in his ear.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just met Seth Styles and finished discussing with him. Thank you for arranging it.”
Damien chuckled. “As long as you’re pleased, it’s my duty as your husband.
