"President Hughes..." Emma White entered the office and saw three men inside, all incredibly handsome, leaving one with a feeling as if their drool might soon hit the floor.
"Come in." Joshua Hughes glanced at her indifferently, signaling her to follow him inside.
His voice, movements, and even his gaze carried an irresistible command, and Emma followed him in.
"Finding a woman to enter the lounge at this time, what does that mean? Is it just to let off some steam?" Alexander King found it somewhat unbelievable. This woman couldn't have come to discuss business, and if it were business, there would be no need to avoid him and Julian Carter. Personal matters? What kind of personal matters in a lounge?
