Similarly, Wesley Foley was also silent, his head bowed to the office desk, the signing pen squeaking on the document when it was pressed down, clearly exerting much force.
Otherwise, signing a name wouldn't make such a loud sound.
The warm and handsome face turned cold and stern, with thin lips tightly pursed into a straight line. Titus Zane sneakily glanced up for a moment, noticing every line on his face was taut.
"Director Foley, may I..." leave now?
Titus Zane tentatively began to speak, but after uttering just three words and seeing Wesley Foley showing no reaction, he swallowed the rest of his sentence.
Titus Zane suddenly realized a fact, that men are harder to console when they're angry than women.
It's true of Wesley Foley, and so it is of Nathan Moore.
This morning... Well, to be precise, it should be considered afternoon.
After being forcefully kissed by Nathan Moore, she couldn't break free; when she struggled and resisted, the result...
