Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 534

"Do we need a signature from the seller? Why?"

Roseanne couldn't help but question the staff member in front of her.

The response came, "The asset is substantial, and while you have a formal transfer agreement, regulations also necessitate a consent form signed by the seller themselves."

Roseanne's grip on the documents tightened.

Meaning, Murray's signature was required.

...

"Mr. Sherwood, good morning."

As Murray stepped out of the elevator, his assistant was waiting at the door, greeting him with a smile.

"9 AM, a meeting with investors to discuss potential funding into Quinlan's Quality Foods and considerations for a long-term investment; 10 AM, a meeting with Mr. Whittaker from FinFlex to discuss a partnership; 11 AM, a departmental review. In the afternoon, as per your earlier plan, you have a golf game scheduled with Mr. Sanford from SynthSys. That's the agenda for today."

The assistant reported the schedule while walking beside him, timing his speech perfectly to end just as Murray was entering his office.

Murray paused, "Cancel the investors meeting. And tell Whittaker I'm only sparing him half an hour. If his proposal is as insincere as last time, there's no point in further discussions." "Got it."

Entering his office, Murray found his coffee already prepared on his desk.

Touching the cup, he found the temperature just right.

He took a sip as he moved towards the floor-to-ceiling windows.

one sip, he set the

never tasted as good as when

beans, same machine, even the same cup, yet the taste

had passed, and Murray still couldn't get used

the oatmeal wasn't right, the beef stew wasn't right, the living room setup wasn't right, the bedroom sheets weren't right... Everything was

help but chuckle bitterly

"Knock knock-"

"Come in."

breakfast, setting

had no appetite but forced himself to eat a bit

was filled with meetings, reports,

in, day out,

before, but at

Because it lacked the woman who used to wait up for him late into the night... In the afternoon, Murray grabbed his jacket, ready to head to the golf course. His assistant came in, a bit excited, "Mr. Sherwood,

table at The

the

Bsd giving his instructions.

swnov

paused, "Okay. Mr. Sherwood, Ms-Ms.

Sanford prefers light flavors, and he doesn't eat seafood. Remember that when

"Understood."

blazer when he suddenly looked up, "What were you trying

Cole is here, outside

to get the whole sentence

Cole? Who?" Murray momentarily couldn't place