The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 39

I found it. Despite its austere exterior, It was imposing. Its only design was a line of words engraved on its wall: Serve and protect.

Someone was waiting. I had seen him before the man who had reminded Soren that he had to leave while we were talking at the gate of the Kenway residence.

I parked my car and grabbed my bag.

The man introduced himself politely, “Good morning, Miss Taylor Jones. I’m Michael Kidd, Mr. Kenway’s personal assistant.”

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Kidd.‘

He led me into the building, past the security check, and into the lobby.

“Mr. Kenway is still busy. You’ll need to wait for a while,” Michael said.

I smiled. “That’s fine. I’m sorry to have scheduled this meeting on such short notice. It must have disrupted his plans.”

We reached the top floor, which appeared to be a wide, clean office space.

Employees greeted Michael with deference as we passed by,

this came with being their director’s personal assistant. He essentially answered to no one

Jones, please wait here. Il let you know once Mr. Kenway is

“Got it. Thanks.”

a mosaic pattern starting from the center of the panels. Jalousi windows

the windows. I could see a man with a

Was that… Soren?

I couldn’t hear their conversation through the glass, I could tell the air between them

tense.

me from inside, so I stared straight

stunned. I hadn’t imagined a man–who had been so courteous, friendly,

so stern.

need to do anything beyond furrowing his eyebrows to make you

some trouble. Perhaps his subordinates hadn’t performed as well as he had hoped, or something had gone wrong at work. The point was, as soon as he showed

le

my breath and turned my attention to the three men he was glaring at. They hung their breads, their

I had come at the worst

a loan after he had just

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