As expected, Alexanderz remained just as cold and unapproachable as always.
"Mr. Kings, Miss Prescott has something to discuss with you!"
The man sitting at his desk slowly raised his head.
His features were chiseled like a sculpture, each one sharp and defined, creating a face that was almost unnaturally handsome.
His light blue eyes, like sapphires, stood out the most, so bright they seemed almost unreal.
For a brief moment, Aurelia was captivated by them. She found herself lost in their depths, unable to pull away.
Alexanderz's grandmother had been French, and it was from her that he had inherited those striking eyes, a legacy of beauty from an entirely different world.
Assistant foster, noticing that the person in the seat didn't react, started to turn toward the door.
However, before he could leave, a cold voice sliced through the air. "Assistant foster, stay. I'm busy for now. Miss Prescott, you'll be accompanying me."
Assistant foster could only silently mourn for himself.
What was going on with the CEO?
He had asked him to go downstairs earlier, but now, with someone else here, he was being dragged back into this mess.
He honestly couldn't understand his own boss anymore. Quietly, he glanced at Aurelia, who stood beside him.
Her face was pale, and it didn't escape his notice that she was clearly trying to hide her discomfort.
Aurelia, well aware of the deep loathing Alexanderz had for her, she wasn't surprised by his coldness.
He hated her, hated her to the point where even seeing her seemed too much to bear.
What was more, it was clear that having Assistant foster greet her was his way of showing her disrespect.
Her fists clenched at her sides, and despite her best efforts to keep herself composed, anger bubbled beneath the surface.
She had to control herself, this wasn't the time to lose her temper. Solving the issue at hand was her priority.
Alexanderz continued to observe her closely from his seat, and though he did not show it, a strange sense of satisfaction flickered in him as he saw her anger rise.
Yet, at the same time, he felt an inexplicable pain.
Why did he feel this way?
He had always hated her, and seeing her struggle should have brought him joy.
Yet, as he watched, a part of him wished she weren't in such turmoil. It confused him, but he couldn't deny the emotion.
Aurelia gritted her teeth, forcing herself to calm down. She grabbed her handbag, walking toward Alexanderz.
Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, as she fought to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.
She couldn't let him see her weakness, if she did, he would only humiliate her more. "There's no need, Mr. Kings," she began, her words measured. "Kingcrest International is a large company, and I'm sure Assistant foster has his hands full with important matters. I wouldn't want to waste your time. I'm here today to return the money I owe Mr. Kings, and I hope you'll honor your word."
Aurelia carefully pulled out a check from her bag and extended it toward him.
Minutes passed, and Alexanderz made no move to take it.
For a moment, Aurelia thought he was going to insult her again, and her anger flared.
She was about to speak up when something unexpected happened.
When she looked up, she saw a strange expression on his face. He was frowning, his gaze fixed on her hand, the check held out between them.
Confused, Aurelia followed his eyes, and her face flushed instantly.
Her skin, naturally fair and smooth, had always been her pride.
But now, with his eyes locked onto her hand, a wave of self-consciousness swept over her.
She had never been so acutely aware of her own skin before.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she looked down, wondering what he was thinking.