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,

their director’s personal assistant. He essentially answered to no

to a guest lounge. “Miss Jones, please wait here.

“Got it. Thanks.”

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

through the gaps between the windows. I could see

Was that… Soren?

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

tense.

from inside, so I stared straight at Soren.

a man–who had been so courteous, friendly, and gregarious–could ever

so

to do anything beyond furrowing his eyebrows to make you feel pressure on your

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

le

glaring at. They hung

suddenly realized I had come at the

for a loan after he had just chastised his subordinates?

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