When he entered my office, his demeanor was genuinely repulsive. It was as if he owned the place, inspecting every corner as if it were his home.

The fault was mine. When I took over, I prioritized convenience over renovations. The office remained exactly as it was, untouched.

After his inspection, he settled into the sofa, looking at me confidently.

He said, "Chloe, you're quite sentimental. It’s obvious from this office. You've never had the heart to change the look. Do you feel like I'm still here?"

I let out a cold hum and silently cursed in my heart.

The villain thought he was the cream of the crop. Even the way he sat was so smug.

I looked at him indifferently, unwilling to engage with his antics.

"Alright, what brings you here?"

"Let's not beat around the bush. I've got too many projects on hand, and they keep pouring in. I can't let such a good opportunity slip away to someone else. That's why I'm here to talk to you. How about merging our companies?"

He swayed his