CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1872

Yvette finally woke up, stifling a yawn as she replied, "Alright, give me ten minutes."

The two left the hotel shortly after, wandering along the bustling streets in search of a suitable shop. The foreign city's streets were lively, brimming with shops of every kind. Finally, they spotted a lingerie store tucked into a street corner. Karina pulled Yvette along inside, quickly selecting and trying on several items until she found ones that fit. Just as Karina was about to pay and leave, her phone buzzed loudly. She glanced at the screen-Wilfred was calling. With a quick tap, she answered, and his low, steady voice came through.

"Where are you? I've been waiting in the hotel lobby. We're scheduled to meet with the representatives from HeShare Pharmaceuticals soon, and we're running out of time."

Karina's heart skipped a beat as she realized how long they had been gone. She quickly replied, "We're just finishing up at a shop near the hotel. Sorry for the delay! We'll head back right away." Hanging up, she grabbed Yvette and dashed out of the store. They sprinted back toward the hotel, wind tugging at their hair and beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.

From a distance, Karina spotted Wilfred standing in the lobby, his tall frame upright and exuding an air of quiet authority. Despite his composed demeanor, he glanced at his watch more than once, betraying his impatience. Karina hurried toward him, slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed from running.

"I'm so sorry, Dr. Wilfred," she said, her voice tinged with guilt. "We didn't mean to keep you waiting."

furrowed brows eased as his eyes took in her flushed face and the stray strands of hair falling across her forehead.

The car's outside," he

his usual composed demeanor

boarded the waiting car,

and mentally reviewed the project details, preparing herself. Wilfred stared out the

the sleek modern building came into view. The building's glass facade shimmered under the sunlight, reflecting a sharp,

were greeted by a receptionist who promptly

representatives. Leading the group was Benedict Lowe, the chairman's son-in-law. He was a sharp and polished man nearing forty,

he offered a handshake and a warm

much about you. Thank you for