He knew she had a barrier in her heart, one she still couldn't cross. His kindness hadn't yet moved her to the point where she could disregard everything and throw herself into his arms. He knew he hadn't done enough, and he would continue to work hard, but...
In Mrs. Ruiz's temporary hotel room, she sat on the couch, her expression incredibly foul. Her face was dark and brooding, streaked with red—an exceptionally hideous mix of red and black that clearly showed her immense anger.
Today's incident had severely embarrassed her, yet she didn't dare throw a tantrum.
To think, I've lived to fifty-eight, what kind of scene haven't I witnessed? Yet, I was completely overwhelmed by Glades Horne's presence! A CEO younger than my own son, possessing such an arrogant aura. I finally understand what 'the new waves push the old waves forward' truly means. Glades Horne guessed my identity and still dared to treat Floyd Thomas like that—he was clearly teaching me a lesson!
