The clock read just four oclock when he arrived.
The change in his dressing style immediately caught the attention of the employees and they couldnt help but stare.
When Kyson walked into the elevator, a group of employees gathered and discussed.
Mr.
Shaw is going on a date? Look at him! Mr.
Shaw in casual clothes is so handsome.
His style is completely different from usual.
Totally! In formal suits, he looks like a dominating CEO, and in casual outfits, hes just like the cute guy next door.
It turns out if you have a good-looking face, you look great in anything.
Just then, Kurt returned from outside and noticed the cluster of gossiping employees. His eyes narrowed and he immediately cut in, Have you finished your work? Havent you learned your lesson? Do I need to set an example by punishing you? Were sorry, Kurt.
We were just discussing the work and didnt mean any harm.
Well get back to it right away.
As the employees dispersed, their chatter ceasing, Kurt stepped into the elevator, his expression grim.
Things still werent looking good in Medican, and he needed to update Kyson on the progress on this matter.
The elevator doors slid open, and Kyson stepped out onto the top floor.
As he walked through the corridor, his gaze inadvertently fell on Dulcie through the glass window of her office.
Dulcie had returned to the company and was seated at her desk, her posture rigid with concentration.
She was typing away, her brow furrowed in a serious expression.
In the reflection of the glass, Kyson took a moment to tidy up his appearance and then walked into her office.
Dulcie, absorbed in her work, didnt hear the door open.
Kyson stood there for a few minutes, watching her quietly, but she still didnt notice him.
Eventually, he rapped his knuckles gently on the desk to get her attention.
The sound cut through the room, drawing Dulcies attention.
She glanced at the shadow cast on the desk by his figure, her eyes widening as she Looked up.
Today, he was different.
Kyson was dressed in light blue casual clothes, looking different from his usual intense, domineering self at work.
His striking blue eyes were as deep and as serene as the depths of the ocean under a starlit sky.
His handsome face, which was even more delicate than a womans, was very alluring. Kyson⦠Suddenly, Dulcies expression shifted.
A thought seemed to cross her mind, causing her to look away abruptly.
She refocused on her work, her fingers resuming their rapid dance over the keyboard, ignoring him.
Mr.
Shaw, what can I do for you? Dulcie asked, her tone icy and indifferent.
It was nearly time to clock out.
Why did he suddenly come here? Was he just looking to cause trouble? Lately, he had been nitpicking every piece of work she did, and she hated him for this.
Kysons brow furrowed slightly, but he made an effort not to reciprocate her harsh tone.
Are you free tonight? Ive booked a table at Foodie.