Listening to Faye's insincere flattery, Hunter Warren nodded and laughed, "Smart move.
Given how much you admire me, tonight I'll make an exception and take good care of you.
Go home early, clean up and wait for me in bed.
I'll... give it my all."
Faye widened her eyes. Indeed, the deepest road she ever walked was the one Hunter Warren paved.
Whether horizontally or vertically, he could calculate her thoroughly—she truly admired his skill.
Luckily, he wasn't her enemy, or she couldn't imagine what he might do to her.
After hanging up the phone, Faye stretched lazily at her desk, preparing to start work.
In the afternoon, she attended two meetings and took Declan Rivers on a tour of the clothing factory.
On the way back from the factory, Declan kept coughing.
He had been working through an illness with a fever for days.
"Declan, go straight home later.
Don't come to the office for the next few days; rest well at home."
