A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she accompanied Knox while he was discharged from the hospital, then headed straight for the company.
The moment she entered her office, her assistant’s voice cut through the air, "Your grandpa, Leonardo, has returned to the country and summoned all upper management to the No. 1 conference room for an urgent meeting."
Upon hearing this, Giselle turned and walked toward the meeting room, casually instructing her assistant as she went, "Get me a few sets of the latest suits and watches."
The assistant quickly responded, "Yes, President Deveraux. I’ll arrange it and have them delivered straight to Assistant Remington’s place."
Giselle paused, pinching the bridge of her nose. "No, send them to the Thatcher Grand Residence."
In her mind, since I left the villa, the Thatcher family home was the only place she figured I could possibly be staying.
A week later, late at night.
After finally wrapping up a project, Giselle returned home and found a figure curled up on the living room sofa like a shrimp.
"Milo, how many times have I told you? I’ll come home when I’m done with work. You don’t need to…"