Ever walked into the Belle Luxe Boutique headquarters, instantly sensing the tension in the air. Employees moved cautiously, their voices hushed, as if they were walking on eggshells. She frowned, noticing how stiff the atmosphere had become.
She had an idea why.
Ambrose had been acting differently ,stricter, colder. At first, she thought it was just stress from handling the boutique's operations, but now, it was obvious.
"Miss Ever," one of the staff members hesitated before approaching her. "Mr. Li is in the meeting room. He's been... um, a bit strict lately."
Ever sighed. She knew what that meant.
She made her way to the glass-paneled room and found Ambrose standing at the head of the table, his arms crossed, as a group of designers and managers sat in absolute silence.
The second he noticed her, his sharp eyes softened but only for a second.
