"I think the urgent task is to repair the system and see if we’ve lost our data."
"Yes, quickly."
In any case, the headquarters of the R-Alan Group has turned into chaos, and if data is lost, the loss would be trendous.
On the warm and sunny kindergarten lawn, Justin Kingston saw the children were fine, so he bid farewell to them and returned to the company.
Gigi later discovered that soone was actually monitoring his location. He sneered and calmly took out his phone to set up defenses.
The child playing with a tablet on the lawn caught the attention of Miss Arica.
The teacher walked over to him, "Gigi, why aren’t you playing with the other kids?"
"I don’t like playing gas, they’re childish," the little guy said without lifting his head, "I only co to kindergarten to protect my sister, not to study." How direct.
Miss Arica awkwardly smiled but didn’t ask more, after all, he is CEO Kingston’s child.
She glanced at his tablet, a long string of code that Miss Arica couldn’t understand; she thought he was playing so ga.
The Kingston Group.
The high tower of the group building soars into the clouds, its striking logo shining brightly.
Rows of subsidiary buildings stand in the bustling center of the city, like unreachable palaces basking in the sun.
The executive office is on the 22nd floor, with an indoor space of 300 square ters, decorated in a minimalist and fashionable black, white, and grey tone.
The tall figure of Justin Kingston stood with his hands behind his back by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring deeply outside; no one knew what he was thinking.
The sound of footsteps approached, drawing him out of his thoughts, but he didn’t turn around.
"Justin, let’s have a coffee together."
Monica Usher ca with a gentle smile and a soft voice.
Justin glanced sideways, his gaze lightly brushing across her face and landing on the steaming coffee cup in her hand, yet he delayed reaching for it.
"I wanted to catch up with you," the woman spoke softly. "It’s been two years since we’ve seen each other, and everyone’s been really busy these days, not even a word exchanged."
"This is work ti," the man replied coldly.
But the woman smiled brightly. "I know, but after work, you have to go ho to your kids. I just spent two hours designing and my eyes are tired, so I ca for a walk. After you get off work, I still have to work overti."
She patiently held out the coffee cup to him, hoping he would drink.
Justin looked again at her, and two seconds later, he reached out to take the cup, then looked back out the window, "Anything you want to talk about?"
Seeing him take a sip of coffee, Monica Usher felt imnsely gratified, her heart sweeter than honey.
"Did Ian Shelby manage to cure your stomach in the past two years?" she began to show concern for his health. "Still can’t eat?"
He didn’t answer.
Monica sighed softly, looking at the bustling city she knew, her mood inexplicably heavy, "I t a renowned physician abroad; he’s an expert in treating stomach problems. I arranged for him to co to Riventhal this weekend. Can you spare two hours for a consultation?"
"No need," the man said with his lips cursorily parting, "focus on your design work."
"But I’ve already arranged it; he’s hard to schedule. Why won’t you accept sothing beneficial for yourself?" Monica was a bit frustrated, "Mrs. Kingston is also very worried about you."
"I said no need." He turned his gaze, his aura a bit cold, "Can’t you understand?"
"..." Of course, Monica didn’t want to upset him.
Quickly changing the subject, she said, "Actually... there’s no need for you to dislike this much. Everything I do is for your sake."
Justin took a sip of coffee, and involuntarily, a thought of Mia Lane crossed his mind. What’s that woman doing?
Monica noticed he was distracted, feeling a trace of disappointnt, but she still managed a slight smile, "Alright, I won’t bother you. I’ll focus on my design work and deliver an answer that satisfies you."
With that, she glanced at him, but he was stingy even with a glance.
She had no choice but to tactfully turn and leave.
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