Steven opened the car door and stepped out of the passenger seat.
Asher had summoned Steven to once again assume the role of KS Group CEOâs secretary. Steven
made his appearance in a sleek, tailored gray suit. His sharp gaze exuded an air of seriousness,
making him look undeniably handsome.
Despite the admiring glances from female colleagues around him, Steven remained oblivious, opening
the rear car door and bowing respectfully.
âMr. Thompson, please.â
Asherâs composed and handsome face showed no trace of emotion, resembling a flawless and
timeless sculpture.
As he stepped out of the car, the women around him could not help but gasp in awe.
âOMG! Heâs so handsome! Weâve got a new subject for tonightâs dream!â
âYouâre so greedy. Arenât you already dreaming about Mr. Salvador? And now you want another one?â
âIs he really that handsome? I think heâs not as good-looking as Mr. Salvadorâ¦â
âYou donât understand. This one is completely different from Mr. Salvador. Mr. Salvador has a strong
and impactful handsomeness, while this one exudes a restrained and mysterious charm, silently
capturing your heart. Isnât it more enticing this way?â
âBut who is this young man? Why is he at the Salvador Corporationâs door? Is he here to see
someone?â
Asher entered the Salvador Corporation buildingâs lobby with a composed demeanor.
Following closely behind him was Steven, and though there were only two of them, their presence
seemed to impose an invisible pressure, commanding attention wherever they went.
Approaching the reception desk, the receptionist hastily stood up.
âWeâre here to see Mr. Justin Salvador.â Steven spoke first, his tone icy.
âM-Mr. Salvador?â
The receptionist was startled.
The receptionist, who hardly ever encountered Mr. Salvador in person as appointments were usually
directly handled by his secretary, la Harris, was surprised by the sudden request to see Mr. Salvador.
âM-May I ask if you have an appointment?â The receptionist had choice but to ask, as per protocol.
âNo, we donât,â Steven replied.
âIâm sorry, but without an appointment, you canât see Mr. Salvador. Please contact Secretary Harris for
thatâ¦â
âCould you please inform Mr. Justin Salvador or his secretary?â
Asher, who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke in a cold tone. âThe person who wishes to
see him is Asher Thompson, CEO of KS Group.â
Asher Thompson.
Asher Thompson?!
The receptionist stood there dumbfounded for a moment before finally coming back to her senses and
hurriedly picking up the phone to call lan.
Asher did not wait for lan to come downstairs to meet them. Instead, he and Steven took the elevator to
the floor where the meeting rooms were.
As soon as they entered the corridor, the bodyguards stopped them.
âIâm here to see Mr. Salvador,â Asher said expressionlessly.
The bodyguard said firmly, âMr. Salvador is currently attending an important meeting and cannot see
anyone. Please leave.â
The bodyguard thought, âWho the hell just comes charging up he demanding to see Mr. Salvador?
What kind of place does he think th is? I would be fired if I let them in.â
Asher narrowed his dark and deep eyes and walked straight ahead.
The two bodyguards reached out to stop them, but Steven stood in front of Asher.
With a stern expression, Steven swiftly struck each guard with a punch, bringing them down with ease.
It was not that the bodyguards were weak. They simply had not expected anyone to attack them on
their territory.
They quickly scrambled back up, calling for reinforcements and launching a counterattack.
However, they had underestimated Stevenâs combat skills. With his Taekwondo black belt and training
under Asher during his youth, two mere bodyguards stood no chance against Steven.
With a fierce glare, Steven did not use his hands this time. Instead, he delivered a series of swift kicks
that left the two bodyguards incapacitated.
âThe Salvador bodyguards are too weak. If Justin Salvador relies on people like you for protection, heâs
probably on the brink of death,â Steven remarked coldly, brushing off the dust from his suit. He then
stretched his neck as if loosening his muscles.
âLetâs go, Steve.â
Asher strode forward with unstoppable momentum, his eyes fix ahead.