He was like a king, even when he was silent, his body exuded a powerful aura of authority.
"Chairman Yale." Victoria Gibson stood alone for a moment, then remembered to greet him.
Uncle Yale, which was on the tip of her tongue, suddenly turned into Chairman Yale.
As soon as she finished speaking, the chair turned around suddenly with the person sitting at the desk.
The movement was smooth, without the slightest hint.
Chester Yale, dressed in a suit, had a resolute face, his perfectly defined outline sharp like a sculpture.
His eyes were dark, and even a casual glance at her felt like radar, able to penetrate the body.
Without Evelyn Sherman by his side, Chester Yale was like a god, without any air of the mundane.
Only in front of Evelyn Sherman did he become like a normal person, with armor and vulnerabilities.
Victoria Gibson unconsciously tensed up.
She straightened her waist, unwilling to show any fear in front of him, yet her palms did not betray their sweat.
