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,

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

me to a guest lounge. “Miss Jones, please wait here. Il let you know once Mr. Kenway is

“Got it. Thanks.”

were transparent, with a mosaic pattern starting from the center of the panels. Jalousi

peek into Soren’s office through the gaps between the windows. I could see a man with a grim, severe expression sitting behind

Was that… Soren?

their conversation through the glass, I could tell the air between them must have

tense.

knew they couldn’t see me from inside, so I stared straight at

imagined a man–who had been so courteous, friendly,

so stern.

furrowing his eyebrows to make you feel pressure on your shoulders.

as he had hoped, or something had gone wrong at work. The point was,

le

was glaring at. They hung their breads, their bodies frozen in place. They

had come at the worst possible

loan after he had just chastised his subordinates?

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