"I’ll consider it," I said evenly. "But Mr. Tucker, let’s sign the contract."
Once this export deal was sealed, I could finally take a well-earned break.
There were still matters I needed to handle during this break. Just then, the door to the private room swung open.
"This is Hyacinth Duncan, the president of Berry Trading, and Nova Pavilion won’t even offer her a private room?"
The man who spoke was tall, moderately handsome, but carried himself with an air of arrogance, too smooth, too self-assured.
In his arms was none other than my wife, Hyacinth Duncan.
She was clearly drunk, her body swaying, and yet, her grip on his waist was tight, possessive.
That man was her assistant, Zavier Perkins.
"Tobias, what are you doing here?"
There was something almost accusatory in Zavier’s voice as if I were the one intruding.
I met his gaze and smiled, not a trace of emotion crossing my face.
"Discussing business."
For a businessman, controlling one’s emotions was second nature.
Even when being betrayed.
Rumors had already been making rounds in the company; after all, Hyacinth had barely even bothered with an excuse when she rewarded Zavier with a Maserati under the company’s name.