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.

she turned to leave, her eyes fell

The three of them radiated warmth and closeness. In the photo, Joe's gentle smile stood in stark contrast to the stern, impassive expression he wore at work. Priscilla couldn't help but think how lucky Skylar was. When new employees

quick to extinguish such hopes. Over time, even the

Joe's side. Despite the many socialites in Jipsburg City vying for his attention, none had

in her chest. As she

typically cold, softened noticeably. His gaze, once distant, seemed to warm, infused with an unmistakable

pick up Vivian

car, and the birthday cake will be delivered this afternoon. Don't forget to have

unwavering. No wonder no one else could ever hope to take her place. Priscilla pressed