Chapter 1003

Bruce’s curiosity nudged him to inquire, “What’s caught your attention?”

Though they had agreed to convene an hour prior, Ryan’s tardiness had tested Bruce’s patience. A

reminder call was dispatched. It was uncharacteristic for Ryan, known for his punctuality.

Resettling the design drafts, Ryan placed them on the table’s expanse.

A deft pour of tea followed as he took hold of the teapot and crafted his own cupful.

Bruce laid claim to the stack of design drafts, unfurling them briefly. “Design drafts,” Bruce mused to

himself before relinquishing them back to their original rest.

“It seems your company has recruited fresh design talent. These concepts and techniques are nothing

short of remarkable.”

Although embryonic in nature, these drafts were already awash with ideas and innovations. Even those

versed in the field could discern the potential for brilliance within.

“Not quite so simple; true design virtuosos are a rarity in this realm,” Ryan opined.

A serious gravitas replaced his earlier nonchalance, prompting Bruce to hold his thoughts.

Undoubtedly, the makings of a design prodigy were scarce.

Yet Bruce remained oblivious to the fact that Millie once served as the Linchpin designer on Ryan’s

team.

Subtly tightening his grip on the cup, Ryan’s recollections spiraled backward; Millie’s departure hadn’t

been part of his scheme.

In those days, the company’s second-in-command had been coerced and swayed into taking a course

of action that ultimately led to Millie’s departure. At the time, Ryan happened to be abroad, and upon

his return, the die was cast and Millie’s ties to the company were severed.

His retribution toward the second-in-command was swift and scathing.

Then he commenced the clandestine investigation into Millie’s origins.

A revelation emerged, the discreetly concealed designer within his ranks was none other than the

better half of the Thomas Group’s CEO, a connection she had skillfully veiled.

Though taken aback by this discovery, Ryan conceded that Marcus hadn’t orchestrated Millie’s

placement to gather intelligence.

Recollection clarified that Millie had entered his fold during Ryan’s scouting expedition at Preagend

University. Back then, she hadn’t yet crossed paths with Marcus, for she was still a student, her

graduation on the horizon.

“Did something happen? This marks your first instance of tardiness.”

Bruce adeptly redirected the conversation.

“A sudden development held me back,” Ryan said.

The unanticipated sighting of Millie a short while ago had set his plans awry. Surveillance records,

meticulously analyzed, bore witness to her tracing her path in tandem with Bruce’s movements.

A meticulous scrutiny of the surveillance recordings unveiled the unmistakable figure of Millie.

Ryan’s gaze ascended, his voice a mix of inquiry and concern. “I heard about the attempt on your

father’s life. Is he alright?”