Graceful and sexy seems to be enough to describe Cloe's appearance tonight. Darren stepped closer to Cloe and stopped beside the empty chair in front of Cloe. "Hi, Cloe. I'm sorry you had to wait so long." Darren's apology started their conversation. "It's okeyy. It's only natural that the CEO is so busy," Cloe said in a teasing tone to Darren. "It could be you, Cloe. How are you doing, is your father well?" Darren tried to change the subject. "I'm doing well. I'm healthy too, since I got out of prison, I haven't gone anywhere. Maybe next week he can go to the office like usual," Cloe explained. Darren just nodded his understanding in response. "How are you?" Cleo continued with a warm smile. She propped up her chin, looking at Darren intensely. "Oh, thank goodness. As you can see, I'm fine," Darren replied briefly. "By the way, don't you remember this place, Darren?" asked Cloe. Hearing Cloe's question, Darren looked around carefully, remembering this place that seemed very

"What was Mr. Charlotte's reaction?" "Of course he didn't accept my refusal. Our relationship began to fall apart, there were many disagreements and so on," Mr. Matthew told Darren. "So, what about the fictitious project? Is it still being run by Mr. Charlotte?" asked Darren who was getting curious. "I don't know, I don't have much information either. But, once my informant told me that the project ended up costing the financial manager, Mr. Robert. I heard that Mr. Robert is still in jail until now," said Mr. Matthew as he sipped the cup of coffee in front of him casually. There was no fear or worry on his face as he told Darren all these things. Perhaps it was enough to explain that Mr. Matthew was not really involved in the embezzlement of funds and fictitious projects that Mr. Charlotte did. However, it made Darren want to dig deeper. "Emm, does that mean there are other people behind the case, Mr. Matthew?" Darren threw another question to extract information. "Of co

"I couldn't have bribed anyone. You know, I am powerful, but my movements are very limited here," Mr. Charlotte continued."Ah, if it wasn't at your behest, I'd be reluctant to agree to their request. I'm actually interested in freeing you and getting a lot of investment," Darren said.Behind his calm expression, Darren actually deliberately wanted to see how Mr. Charlotte would react. What he said was just a provocation.As Darren expected, Mr. Charlotte's face changed like someone who changed his mind. Mr. Charlotte slowly straightened his sitting position with an intense look at Darren."What did you just say?" asked Mr. Charlotte, then leaned his sitting position to Darren."Do you want to agree to their request to release me?" Mr. Charlotte asked more seriously."Of course," Darren replied. He realized Mr. Charlotte was starting to get provoked."Ah..." Mr. Charlotte muttered at length while tapping his index finger rapidly.Darren watched Mr. Charlotte who was considering someth

Darren didn't answer Cloe's question, of course he couldn't tell her about Mr. Handrick who had abused Mr. Salvador from a young age. Darren instead asked a question that alluded to the incident a bit by saying, "Em Cloe, have you ever heard of any of the underclass being involved in domestic violence?" Hearing that Cloe seemed confused about what to answer. But Cloe asked Darren back. "Why would you ask something like that, Darren?" Darren was silent and didn't want to speak up again. Perhaps he was too quick to ask that question so Cloe didn't want to give him much information. "I hope you don't get involved with any scandals to ruin your reputation, Darren. I want to see you and your company succeed and be able to achieve all your dreams that have been there since we got married," said Cloe who again showed her concern for Darren, to the point of mentioning his dreams. From there Darren felt there was an opening to make Cloe even more enamored with him. "It's ac

"You were acquitted of drug charges one week ago, but now you admit guilt. Did someone pressure you? Are you a victim of guilt and slander?" When he heard the question, Mr. Salvador suddenly stopped walking, followed by the reporters who were curious about his response. Amidst the crowd of reporters and camera flashes still shining on him, Mr. Salvador looked in the direction of the question. There stood a reporter in a plaid shirt and round glasses grinning slyly at him. "How could you think of such a question?" Mr. Salvador's ambiguous words instantly made the other journalists feel compelled to listen. "What do you mean by that, Mr. Salvador?" urged one of the other reporters to give a more detailed explanation. However, Mr. Salvador preferred to remain silent. Just as he was about to resume his stalled walk, someone shouted his name in the middle of the crowd. "Salvador!" Suddenly, what had been a crowded room fell silent. Everyone in the room fell silent, inc