With a grin on his face, Hector leaned back in his chair. “That's right, I will be the one taking over the company.”Sheila's brows furrowed in confusion, and she turned her gaze away from Hector, still struggling to believe that he was the one set to inherit the business.From what she knew, only family members of the Hendersons could own the company, and Hector didn’t look like one of them.She face-palmed. How could she miss it? He shared the same surname as her previous boss.“Are you sure it’s really him?” she questioned the housekeeper. “There must be a mistake. I might have picked the wrong person.”Hector frowned. He had just told her he was the person she was asked to pick up, yet she chose not to pay him any attention.The housekeeper chuckled. “There’s no mistake. He just doesn’t like to dress up much. I’ll send you a picture of him now.”The call ended, and a few seconds later, her phone chimed. She hurriedly checked it and saw the picture of the man she was supposed to me