For so many companies to be managed by one person, only soone with exceptional business skills like Adrian Walyon could achieve it.
In terms of company managent, Adrian Walyon isn’t a person; he’s a god!
How much ti has Sumr Sutton spent at Morningview Group in total?
Even though Adrian Walyon has many assistants, for a newcor like her in the business world, managing so many companies is almost an impossible task.
Watt Bennet suddenly wondered, how many hours did she sleep each day while Adrian Walyon was away?
Sumr Sutton slept very deeply, and once asleep, she did not wake up.
With Watt Bennet, she feels very secure, as if when she’s beside him, the whole world consists only of her and him, and she doesn’t need to do anything else; he is her sky, her ground, her whole world.
Once asleep, when her body moved, she seed to grab sothing at the edge of the sofa.
Warm, hot, sowhat hard, yet it gave Sumr Sutton a special sense of stability.
Even holding onto it, she continued sleeping, not letting go the entire night...
The next day when she woke up, Watt Bennet was already up before her.
He was facing away from her, choosing his clothes in the dressing room. For so reason today, although she stood at the door and watched him for just a few minutes, he rubbed his shoulder several tis.
Sumr Sutton couldn’t understand him, frowned suspiciously, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.
She put the porridge on the stove, washed a lemon, and was about to slice it to make a pot of fruit tea when suddenly a crisp voice rang out outside the villa, "Brother Watt, are you there?"
Sumr Sutton disliked Adrian Walyon being called brother by any woman, frowning as she stopped slicing the lemon, raised her face, and looked toward the garden.
In the garden, a woman in a yellow dress was walking into the house.
A very young girl, she looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, the whole body of yellow shining brightly in the sunlight like flowers blooming in March, like a butterfly dancing lightly in the garden.
The girl walked toward the house, tilting her head and peering inside the villa, calling as she walked, "Brother Watt!"
Sumr Sutton was already displeased by her calling him "Brother," but didn’t expect that on her way into the house, she would call "Brother" countless tis.
It seed as if it was deliberately ant for Sumr Sutton to hear, each call like a thorn piercing her ear, making her extrely uncomfortable.
Sumr Sutton tightened her grip on the lemon, her slender fingers clenching hard, the lemon almost being squeezed out of juice.
Last night, she felt comforted, thinking whether it was in the past or with Watt Bennet, both Adrian Walyon and him had their own principles when dealing with won, never getting too close to any other woman.
But today, she finds herself contradicted.
Now they’ve co looking for him directly at ho!
She tossed the lemon aside and stepped out of the kitchen.
When she ca out, she happened to et the woman entering the house.
Her hands were carrying large and small bags, her gaze upstairs when she entered, "Brother Watt, I brought you breakfast, Grandpa specially asked soone to make it, saying it’s good for your injury."
Sumr Sutton walked over with a dark expression and blocked her as she was about to enter.
"Who are you calling Brother?" Her gaze fixed on her, Sumr Sutton’s tone was cold.
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