Richest Mogul

Chapter 1670

Ten days later, at Martin Group, in the CEO's office, a cup of steaming coffee was placed in front of Joe. The hand that passed the coffee had beautifully manicured nails; each one carefully tended to. The soft, sweet voice of a woman followed soon after. "Mr. Martin, you have a meeting in 15 minutes," Priscilla Dunn said.

Priscilla didn't dare to stare at Joe directly. It had taken a lot of effort to get into this office, and it had taken her three years to climb to this position.

With Paul away on a business trip, Priscilla and two colleagues had temporarily assumed his duties. Joe didn't look up, merely giving a slight nod in acknowledgment.

Priscilla wasn't surprised by his cold, distant demeanor. Despite her years at the company, Joe remained as aloof as ever, oblivious to most of the employees around him.

leave, her eyes fell on

stern, impassive expression he wore at work. Priscilla couldn't help

was quick to extinguish such hopes. Over time, even

side. Despite the many socialites in Jipsburg

flutter of longing in her chest. As she reached the

answered a phone call. His tone, typically cold, softened noticeably. His gaze, once distant, seemed to warm, infused with

Vivian

I'll come get you. Yes, Edgar has everything ready. The things are in the car, and the birthday

years of marriage, their love remained unwavering. No wonder no one else could ever hope to take her