Tom Nelson just asked one more question out of concern.
He never thought that his extra question would nearly ruin all of his colleagues present.
Dylan Wellington’s seductive eyes, naturally wicked and icy, turned suddenly oppressive at his words.
He raised his eyebrows, staring at Tom with his deep almond-shaped eyes, and said coldly, "What did you say... say it again."
Tom, eting his own CEO’s gaze, was almost frightened out of his wits.
He suddenly realized he had made a huge mistake and was about to change the subject when the conference room door was suddenly knocked from outside.
Dylan Wellington’s cold, heavy gaze moved past Tom to the direction of the door.
Olivia Quinn from the secretary office twisted her waist and walked in.
She was a newcor greatly valued by Dylan Wellington recently, young, beautiful, highly educated, and most importantly, bold in style, with a way of speaking that was witty and humorous, very adept at handling matters.
Taken out to discuss business, she showed an unrestrained enthusiasm to clients, considered a suitable newcor for grooming as a PR figurehead in the secretary office.
Olivia entered, unaware of the low-pressure atmosphere in the conference room.
She charmingly walked to Tom’s side and with a hint of a smile reported to Dylan Wellington, "Mr. Wellington, the vice president of the Gray family downstairs handed over a business card wanting to et with you, saying there’s business to discuss... The Gray family didn’t make an appointnt beforehand, what do you think..."
Olivia didn’t ntion who the Gray family’s vice president was, though it was written on the business card.
She was often taken out by Mr. Wellington; her main task was to entertain those clients outside, but actually, her heart was all set on Mr. Wellington.
Olivia had just inquired with the reception downstairs about the appearance of the vice president, Skye Brown, and the reception surprisingly said the Gray family’s vice president was incredibly beautiful.
Just hearing such an evaluation made Olivia feel jealous, and she didn’t want Dylan Wellington to et her at all.
She had recently been doing well in the company, becoming a bit too pleased with herself.
Not thinking that if the vice president of the Gray family really wanted to see Dylan Wellington, in what circumstances could they not et.
Even if the Gray family wasn’t a top-tier enterprise, it’s a noteworthy company in A City.
She could block for a while, but can she block it forever?
Dylan Wellington’s sharp brow suddenly raised slightly at the ntion of the "Gray family".
The Gray family...
Ha...
No wonder that woman Skye Brown didn’t co looking for him; it turned out she hooked up with the male actor from the sa film crew.
The main actor of the play ’The Harem’, Norman York, the youngest movie star of Eastonia, said to be David Redington’s successor, right?
Skye Brown had the audacity within his crew to get involved in rumors with the male actor he paid for, so why did the Gray family’s vice president bother coming to plead with him now?
Dylan Wellington completely misunderstood; he only knew Skye Brown as the director for the Gray family, not that she was also the vice president.
He thought it was a scandal breaking out, and the Gray family ca over to him for crisis PR.
"No eting, I see no one from the Gray family. Just say I’m busy and have no ti." Dylan Wellington coldly refused, letting Olivia spread the word.
"Tell the people downstairs, if anyone dares in the future to treat the workplace like the Gray family does, as a place for love, they will all be dealt with like the Gray family."
A few senior executives twitched their foreheads.
Though most of them had only been promoted in recent years, among them were several who were old n at the Wellington family’s Headquarters in A City.
These old n couldn’t help but think, looking across the entire Wellington family, the one who loves treating the workplace as a place for love most is none other than you, Mr. Wellington, isn’t it?
During those absurd years, let’s not even ntion it.
Then for a while, although he stayed faithful with a girl, didn’t ss around, but even then, he brought her to the company every day.
Lately... they broke up, and he reverted to his old ways.
From then on, the number of young won flocking to him daily only increased.
The senior executives privately grumbled, Mr. Wellington, this is truly allowing the officials to set the fires but not letting the commoners light their lamps.
On the side, Tom Nelson was hesitating to speak.
He really wanted to remind Mr. Wellington that the Gray family’s vice president was actually Miss Brown.
But receiving Dylan Wellington’s oppressive, sharp gaze, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
Dylan Wellington coldly glanced at Tom, "Handle the rumors yourself, everything business as usual."
After speaking, he shifted his gaze to others: "Continue the eting, the previous proposal was not perfect, you have five minutes to do a new run-through."
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