Tom Nelson just asked one more question out of concern.
He never thought that his extra question would nearly ruin all of his colleagues present.
Dylan Wellington's seductive eyes, naturally wicked and icy, turned suddenly oppressive at his words.
He raised his eyebrows, staring at Tom with his deep almond-shaped eyes, and said coldly, "What did you say... say it again."
Tom, meeting his own CEO's gaze, was almost frightened out of his wits.
He suddenly realized he had made a huge mistake and was about to change the subject when the conference room door was suddenly knocked from outside.
Dylan Wellington's cold, heavy gaze moved past Tom to the direction of the door.
Olivia Quinn from the secretary office twisted her waist and walked in.
She was a newcomer greatly valued by Dylan Wellington recently, young, beautiful, highly educated, and most importantly, bold in style, with a way of speaking that was witty and humorous, very adept at handling matters.
