Thea Lynch was stunned where she stood, and even after Ian Preston's assistant helped her retrieve her luggage, she still didn't quite understand what Ian had just said.
Perhaps the confusion on her face was too obvious, Ian suddenly laughed.
He withdrew his gaze from her, striding toward the front. As he passed by, he reached out and gently ruffled her hair, "Let's go."
Coming to her senses, Thea looked at him. From the back, the man's suit was immaculate and his waist proportion was excellent. He had one hand in his pocket, walking at a pace that wasn't fast, waiting for her to catch up.
She furrowed her brow, jogging to catch up, "Are you going to Wexhaven on a business trip?"
"Hmm?" Seeing he didn't answer, Thea pressed on.
"Being a PhD holder, you're so smart, make your own judgment."
"..." Suddenly she felt like her intelligence had been insulted.
