Adam Howard gave a slight frown, "Is that all?"
Daniel Marshall's gaze was as dark as ink. His voice was reserved and distant, "Are you not busy? Don't you have work to do?"
Adam Howard leapt to his feet, prepared to risk rebuke, "I would rather you had fallen for her! As a friend, I sincerely say this to you, let go of the past, you are married now, live a good life. I think, she would wish the same."
Daniel Marshall's gaze turned frosty in an instant, and his expression was clouded.
Immediately, Adam Howard swiftly left the Chairman's office.
He flicked the ash from his cigarette. Daniel Marshall took a deep drag.
Squinting his eyes, furrowing his brow, Daniel Marshall's thin and sensual lips slightly parted, letting loose a cloud of white smoke.
The thin wisps of white smoke rose, and then fell, just like his mood, shifting from high to low.
...
After a while, Daniel Marshall called Simon Howard.
