Chapter 92: Chapter 92

But the sound of "thud" not only startled the people waiting for the elevator inside, but also frightened Daniel Carter.

"Lily!" he suddenly shouted, but I had no face to respond and did not dare to stop.

Just as the elevator arrived, those waiting office workers entered one after another, I didn’t stop, shouted "wait," and hurriedly rushed in with my forehead covered.

The elevator doors closed and ascended.

I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart pounding, my mind buzzing.

I didn’t dare to think about Daniel Carter’s reaction.

He surely thought I was foolish, and also thought I was head over heels for him, which was why his confession left me stupefied and clumsy.

I went upstairs and entered the company, and when I passed the general manager’s office, I unexpectedly found someone inside.

Through the glass door, the professional manager I recently hired was actually working overtime.

The other party discovered me, looked up, and was also surprised: "President Miller, why are you at the company?"

I lowered the hand covering my forehead, walked in smiling and said: "I should be the one asking you, it’s rare for President Yance to voluntarily come to work on a weekend, it seems I chose the right person."

Calvin Yance smiled, got up and walked out from behind his desk, gesturing towards the sofa in the reception area.

"The weather’s not good today, not suitable for outdoor activities. I’ve just returned from Straves and don’t have many friends, so staying home alone is boring, hence I came to the company. I haven’t been employed for long, and the company has many issues unresolved. With the year’s end approaching, all tasks need coordination and conclusion, so I can only work overtime to get them done soon."

The man in front of me has an estimated height of 180cm, deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, with a face showing some mixed-race genes, looking somewhat like a renowned international model with the surname Hu.

The evenly healthy wheat-colored skin clearly indicates years of outdoor activity and exposure, robust and mature.

When I sought a professional manager, the headhunter company recommended many, all with excellent resumes. I carefully picked him, partly due to his appearance adding extra points.

After all, being in the fashion industry, the understanding of beauty is a basic requirement.

I personally am also a fan of good looks, so whether it’s Adrian Gordon, Daniel Carter, or this high-level "worker" in front of me—putting aside character, at least their appearances are flawless and top-grade.

We sat on the sofa, listening to his speech, I felt even more grateful: "Thank you, President Yance, for being so dedicated. I’ve heard from Cherry that you’ve quickly adapted to the work pace since joining, and everyone recognizes your ability."

He lowered his head and smiled, humbly said: "It’s President Miller who gave me enough room to showcase my skills."

I was amused by this remark, "Are we engaging in mutual praises here?"

After the pleasantries, he suddenly stood up, "By the way, President Miller, I was just looking at the documents from past years’ fashion shows, and I have some questions. Are you available this afternoon?"

My phone chimed with a message from Daniel Carter.

I picked it up and glanced at it.

[How’s your forehead? Did you get hurt?]

My heart skipped a beat, embarrassed to reply, and just as I heard Calvin Yance’s words, I put my phone aside again, "I’m available, what questions do you have? Let’s discuss them thoroughly."

I returned to work overtime also wanting to mull over the Veyrona Fashion Week planning; it seems this newly hired boss is in sync with my work rhythm.

"Okay, let’s sort this out this afternoon." For original chapters go to Nov3lFɪre.ɴet

Calvin Yance carried over a pile of documents and placed them on the coffee table.

"President Miller, what do you prefer to drink? Tea, coffee, or milk and juice?" he put down the files, turned towards the bar, and asked back.

He busied himself at the bar, I rubbed my forehead again, faintly feeling a lump forming, depressed while adjusting the bangs by my temples to cover it.

Calvin Yance brought over two cups of coffee, "These are coffee beans sent by my friend from Straves. President Miller, try it and see how it is."

I took a sip of coffee, not yet tasting the flavor when he suddenly said: "President Miller, what happened to your forehead? It looks like there’s a lump."

Feeling embarrassed, I quickly swallowed the coffee and fiddled with my hair, "Uh, it’s nothing... just accidentally bumped."

"You need to ice it to reduce swelling." As he spoke, he got up and headed towards the bar’s refrigerator.

This office used to belong to Adrian Gordon.

Though he didn’t spend much time here, the office was well-equipped.

Bar, fridge, lounge, restroom, all fully furnished.

Calvin Yance quickly found an ice pack and then looked for a clean towel to wrap it.

I continuously said it wasn’t necessary, but he insisted on being courteous.

Suddenly, my phone rang.

I looked at the screen; it was Daniel Carter.

Uh—he must have thought, seeing no reply to the message, that something happened to me from the bump.

I couldn’t ignore it, otherwise he’d be worried.

I had to lower my voice, "Hello..."

"Lily, how’s your forehead? I messaged you but got no reply. I was worried you’d fainted." Daniel Carter’s tone was anxious, asking with concern.

I downplayed, "It’s fine, just a light bump, my head’s hard."

"Don’t be reckless, which is harder, flesh and steel colliding?"

"..." I pursed my lips, fell silent.

"No, just a little red."

Before our call finished, Calvin Yance returned with the wrapped ice pack, handed it to me silently, gesturing for me to hold it to my forehead.

I took it and politely said, "Thank you."

Daniel Carter heard and immediately curiously asked: "Who’s with you?"

"A colleague from work, just happened to come in on the weekend to work overtime too."

"With your head bumped like that, you can still work? Why not go and rest?"

"Well, really it’s nothing, thank you for your concern."

Actually, I quite enjoy this "worry-wart" type of concern, but I don’t know how to respond.

The words slipped out, and when I finished speaking, I realized there seemed to be a hint of impatience.

On the other side, Daniel Carter indeed paused, didn’t respond.

My cheeks flushed, worried he misunderstood, I quickly added, "I’m still busy, will contact you later, really it’s nothing, don’t overthink."

I specifically added this, and Daniel Carter finally replied: "Alright, then you focus on your work."

After hanging up, I sighed helplessly, feeling somewhat guilty.

Growing up, I seldom received care and love, but more beatings and scoldings.

Even in the sweetest years with Adrian Gordon, it was me strong, him weak, because his long illness caused me to take care of everything, and he got used to my independence and strength.

When I occasionally encountered some minor illness or pain, he almost never cared, automatically assuming I could handle it myself.

Now suddenly someone appears, keeping every little thing in mind, repeatedly checking, making me feel a bit uneasy, wondering if it’s too verbose and pretentious.

But actually, this is not right.