Delphine held the little girl in her arms and turned off the light, not wanting them to see her swollen eyes.
Suddenly, she could imagine the handsome and stern man bending over, praising the little girl for being like a glutinous rice dumpling, his face undoubtedly gentler than ever, with a fleeting smile.
Early the next morning, Arthur and Brock arrived at the villa.
This was a habit they had developed over the years. Whenever Ignatius worked from home, they would come every morning to report on various matters and developments to ensure informed decision-making with zero errors.
"Miss Delphine, the rules Ignatius left behind cannot be abolished. Henceforth, one of our think tank members will be by your side to report daily," Arthur said.
The man wore a white shirt, black trousers, gold-rimmed glasses – the standard attire of a high-level executive assistant.
