The once renowned "Moore Sun Group" has now been completely refurbishment. Trenton Smith has taken over the Moore Clan, renaming it to "A&M International." In the past six months, he has expanded many businesses, surpassing Luke Moore's former glory.
He is truly exceptional.
More exceptional than many others.
Does this prove her discerning eye?
Norris Moore curled her lips and a hint of sarcasm crossed her face. She then walked up to the receptionist and said, "hello, I'm looking for Trenton Smith."
The receptionist looked at her face and paused for a moment. Then she quickly responded, "okay. Please wait."
Immediately, she dialed the internal line.
After a brief conversation, the receptionist smiled and said, "President Smith invites you to come up. He's in his office."
Norris moved her lips slightly and smiled, "Thank you." Fortunately, Trenton Smith was not so boring as to make her wait for him.
If he wanted to humiliate her, she would personally present herself for his humiliation. That should appease his anger, right?
Norris entered the elevator.
After taking over the Moore Clan, Trenton Smith did not redecorate the office. The entire setup remained as she had left it.
Norris's steps faltered into a trance as she transitioned.
The most difficult thing to abandon in one's life is memories.
This commercial building, situated at the best location in the city center, contained too much of her past.
She had signed the divorce agreement and left this place six months ago.
She left with nothing.
The Moore family and this building no longer shared any connection.
"Ding."
The elevator ascended to the top floor.
Norris took a deep breath, approached Trenton Smith's office, and then knocked on the door.
"Come in."
A deep male voice echoed from within.
A smile formed at the corners of Norris's lips as she entered the room.
Inside the black-and-white decorated office, the handsome and refined man sat in a black leather chair. As their gazes met, the smile on Norris's lips became more enchanting: "Mr. Smith, we meet again."
Trenton gave her a casual look but remained silent, appearing somewhat distant.
Norris walked over, circled the office desk, and stood in front of him. She smiled sweetly, "Norris came here to apologize. It was my mistake last time. Today, Norris is here to let Mr. Smith have his way with her. Is that okay?"
She smiled sweetly.
Norris Moore was indeed beautiful, particularly when she smiled, which was captivating.
Yet she was also so well-behaved that it didn't put people off.
No one would dislike Norris's smile.
Trenton SIDELINED his head to look at her.
He recalled three years ago when she stood in front of him, slightly lifting her chin, and with that extremely obedient face, told him to either marry her or wait for Zara White to die.
He still remembered the look in her eyes then.
Her eyebrows slightly lifted, her smile sincere, she appeared extremely obedient.
At that moment, he understood that this woman had inherited the maliciousness of the Moore Clan.
Trenton let out a subtle laugh, then he asked indifferently, "How do you suppose I 'play' with you?"
Norris smiled slightly and half-kneeled down, positioning herself between his legs.
Watching her actions, Trenton's long eyes slowly narrowed, his gaze unreadable.
Norris brushed her long hair off her ears, lower her head towards his suit pants. From his angle, he could see her perky chin and thick eyelashes. His expression and eyes were indiscernible.
She opened her red lips, bit on the zipper of his suit pants, and exhaled on his sensitive area. Trenton's eyes darken in an instant. He abruptly lifted his hand, grabbed her hair, and coldly ordered, "Let go."