In the vast CEO office, the black swivel chair gleamed with a cold, eerie light. The defiant and indifferent man sat there, his eyes bloodshot, looking as if he hadn't slept for a long time.
It was as if he had been deeply tormented by anxiety and worry, gripping his phone tightly in his hand.
In the past two days, nearly everyone had turned the city upside down, while he waited for news of her.
Joshua Hughes felt as if he was being pushed to his limits.
His entire heart was tortured by intense pain and agony; he knew she probably hated him in her heart. She didn't like him, didn't even want to speak a word more with him.
But he couldn't care about all that now. He wanted her to appear now, to appear in front of him immediately, right now.
The phone displayed a selfie of her, and Joshua Hughes's gaze halted, landing on her calm and unaffected, yet impossibly beautiful face.
The deep gaze was entangled and infatuated, unable to look away.
